One year ago...

was Harry's last post. It was not long after that that we lost him. For lack of a better date, I think I will choose April 29 as the date to mark his departure. I still think of him all the time, and occaisionally I am happy to wake up in the morning and realize I was dreaming about him. Usually the dreams involve playful silliness and they never seem to make sense, but they are always good.

I still do a doubletake whenever I see a white Rover, or a big pony-tailed white-haired guy. I miss you, Harry.

Dago