Eddie.

Today, I brought my little black book (of poetry) and put in the poem about Eddie. That's the one that starts off "Delta - Houston Hobby Airport"

Eddie and I had quite the email relationship back in 1998. When it came time for me to bring him down here, I choked. Well, for one thing, it would have cost me more money than I was comfortable with - and I just didn't trust.

Ah, well. Trust.

I haven't had Eddie's picture around for a long time. A few months ago, after Johnny died, I pulled out the diskette that had all of Eddie's emails on it, and re-read them.

Eddie - who then was about 23 - said he worked for the Toronto Raptors (that's the basketball team, right?) as a trainer. And then, there was that picture. Oh, my.

This lad - who has the same picture - claims to be 23. Has space and time abated? He also claims to be "straight." I guess one should make some allowances.

And maybe my trust wasn't so misplaced after all.



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