Adam and Tiffy

I harassed Todd today via e-mail. I forgot how much fun it used to be to have him around. I remember the time we thought that the nearby reservoir was going to burst because of the torrential downpours in our little suburban corner of the world. We called up a couple of other nearby friends, told them we were getting out of here,
and drove to a nearby hotel. No vancancies. Another hotel. No vacancies. Seems as if a lot of other people had the same idea. Anyway, we came upon the brilliant idea that we would visit Todd in his quaint townhouse in the city. Maybe we’d get him to play some piano for us while our apartment washed away. He made me a huge cup of tea and we had a grand time. He remains in my mind a sparkling entertainer and a genuinely good fellow, even if he does make fun of my paltry Live Journal.
I suppose someone has to.’