Socko! and the glove

Butsedan in Passau

3rd Re-Birthday

Happy Third Re-Birthday Frank!

It's been three years now since you journeyed on.

We miss you! You live on inside of us, but we enjoyed it even more when we could sit across from you on the porch in St. Pete or Linwood. You in your suspenders.

Taking us to see the jazz combo play in Bay City. Sitting in the bleachers at Al Lang. Heading down to the Fine Arts museum or the Dali.

Always with time for others. So gracious and polite. With bodhisattva compassion. Nothing more you'd want of us than to spread this love even further.

No need for anything in your coffee. Cold coffee was just fine, too. Jug wine. "Where's the Willard Water?"

"Hail to the sacred vowels! Supreme salutations to the holy consonants!"

The coffee table, the dining room table, the table next to the blue chair, the table and the floor next to the blue couch, all piled up with book upon book upon book.

"A house without books is like a garden without plants"

"I eat my peas with honey. I've done so all my life. It makes them taste quite funny. But it keeps them on my knife!"

The front pocket of your shirt overstuffed with pen after pen after pen.

"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"

Chanting after we'd all gone to bed. Bell ringing as we drifted to sleep in the twins' beds. The smell of tropical plants and the sweat of humidity in damp sheets.

Have you written your name in the birthday books yet?

Good Night Frank. See you in the morning of the next life!

Love,

Josh

March 27

Happy Re-Birth Day, F