Annie,
i saw James Pankow and Chicago tonight on The Bachelor and immediately felt ancient. then i thought of you and realized OMFG you will be 60 tomorrow (actually) i think it is today in your world. WTH happened to us and seriously how did we survive this long? so on to things i will never forget along with the trips to the Filmore:
a few randomly selected of course:
the time you cold-cocked that asshole that i was dating for stuffing a banana in your face (from the backseat of the van) on the way home from the second Aretha concert at Stanford.
Surging Monkey Preps (or Something) and Lowr's friend's kid totally idolizing you for your punk dress and nothing else....
Aretha.
Ward.
Light Bulbs.
Lowr wearing weights on her ankles.
WTF was i thinking giving my housemate a drum set??!!
the last great acid trip. and the only time i ever have understood Tolkien. *Dave went to the hospital. repeat.* (now i understand the security. LOL.)
Ruff and Ready.
math....
oh, wait. Ball Mont!
and working for the Mafia at the Drive-In during Tricky Dick's wage freeze and dieting.
sh*t i could wax on forever but i am starting to get sentimental. you are without a doubt one of my best friends in my life. i love you.
SIXTY GOD DAMN years, McCampbell! you rock!
