Dear Zhivago, I am thinking of you today , your birthday.I miss so many of your qualities... a quirky passion for arguing politics , yet you claim to have never voted, how your eyes would light up when relating stories about your beloved nieces and nephew. I am now re-reading a Nabakov novel that we read at the same time.... and discussed.... and then you told me what I misunderstood . LOL
You are missed here on earth, my friend. If there is a heaven, I am betting you are standing before God , with one foot on a cloud , telling him how he OUGHT to be running earth. Love you.