Mary!Happy Anniversary. Looking back, we had the best places, best cars, and the best life; because we had the best friends! Nobody had better people than us; and they always brought gifts. For our honeymoon they gave us stuff..1500 cash from Mom and Dad, to spend at our leisure; Chinook motor home from your folks for the trip north; free wine and lobster from staff of The Inn at Otter Crest; and on and on. Then we started our first business in Riverside at the foot of Mt. Rubidoux from scratch by having a yardsale..I still want to make a movie called that so we can see YARDSALE! in big red letters on all the marquee’s everywhere they show films in the world. And speaking of film, Brad alerted us to the immediate availability of the Pinto sitting in Will’s dad’s Pasadena garage for the asking,aksing..did u ax me something?? and that car has certainly delivered some adventures; and also, our kitties Riley and Sonia and ‘Goner’ to Big Bear when we first moved there on Jay’s recommendation and sponsorship (and where Sonia climbed up the chimney at our new digs and I hadda go up on the roof and get her out). “It’s a good car, Man.” Will said that about the PINTO when he was signing it over to me. And he was right. And now all the kitties we brought to Big Bear plus some friends have passed away; but people gave us replacement cats..just like everything else. Our friend Steve left us his cat Eli, a spare cat he bequeathed to us, by way of an ad hoc Last will and testament, the instrument being the spoken word, –a gentle man’s agreement, nothing in writing. And the other two felines we had at the time are in a better place now where they don’t even have to get up for food! and he is our sole cat now..Eli. Or ‘Kracker’, ‘Whitey’ the Honky-cat, or whatever you care to call him..Kitty-kat. Just don’t call him ‘Late-to-dinner’ because it won’t suit him. Early on, Steve also knew I had an unmet need for recording my songs so he gave me my first HAMMOND organ, a 1950 CV with tone cabinet out of his back bedroom. After it had been used to record an album of songs, it stopped working (it was the ‘Tone Generator’) and I had very little idea how to work on them so I gave it to Pastor Bill and he parted it out from an empty classroom at his church across the street from the city yard where people always discarded lots of really cool stuff (too much to name). Then I got my first (and only) Hammond B-3, from a lady dying of cancer and happy to be much nearer to heaven, without a connecting cord for the speaker and Weaver, –Pastor Bill, that is, still had one in that back room chop-shop at the end of the hall from the CV of Steve’s, which he gave back to me. And since then, Jay had taught me how to fix everything, except a broken marriage (and I’m so glad I don’t need that information, Honey). So now I didn’t have a organ no more so someone else gave me one, another M-3 like the one Mike the Greek, all those years ago gave me out of his VILLAGE MUSIC store (in ‘The Village’..except it didn’t have a LESLIE), that stopped working and I fixed it (it had a stuck tone generator but this time I figured it out with help from on-line Hammondeers). So now it works..and pretty darn good, too. So there’s so many people in my life I am grateful for knowing..not the least of which is YOU! Happy Anniversary, Dear, you have made my life wonderful, more than my poor words can say. ~!chr!stopher! man of many nicknames..and organs. Ps: And Pinto’s! we had a few of them, right? But most of all we have each other. I love you. Glenn!