Happy Birthday, Red

Today would have been Red's birthday.  He's been dead two and a half years, since mid 2004.

Being with him was like trying to domesticate a wild animal.  Exhilarating and maddening.  Maddening for him too, at times, I imagine.

Maybe that's the very definition of a relationship.

He could drive anything and fix anything.

Anyway, for his birthday, I'll toast his sense of humor, love of books, movies, cars...and me.  And motorcycles.  And our cats.  And the good times.

Happy Birthday, Red.