Beginning to Blog

My dear friend Patti has been asking for a couple years that I create a blog. This week she offered to set one up for me. She's an incredibly busy girl with much on her plate so for her to make such an offer was a desperate plea in deed. So Patti, this is for you. After all, you were there to help smuggle a toppled pie into the bedroom, there when we stalled, going the wrong direction on a freeway offramp in formal dresses. You've shared the front seat, your 666, your pizza margherita. You got me out of bed when my heart was broken over petty things when we were young and the big things now that we're old. You moved right up with me when Shad Dailey promoted us to 'Service Specialists', did laundry (albeit rarely) with me outside the future spot of the Painted Pinky, and smiled in photos even if I was wearing my 'US Male' coat, my busting Wall uniform or my LSS shirt. You've cheered from your barstool with every kitchen creation even in the early days when it was Suddenly Salad. You kept roadside disasters a secret until enough time had passed that they were funny. You have taught, listened, reciprocated, validated, laughed and in unlikely moments cried with me on the phone, in the chair, in my basement, in your car. If no one in the world ever looks at this but you, I have reason enough to make it. Love you Patti.