this is the way it is indeed

my loves

Tonto - I miss you, and the many morning hours that we spent locked in our manly embrace, oblivious to the the passage of time, the rain, the wind.Dear Patricia, if you are reading this, know that i think of you as well.  I know how jealous you can get - which of course i take as a high complement - but you are very small, and Tonto is large, and therefore easier to remember.