When I first met you, I thought: you have to live close to me so my children can know you, even though I wasn't planning on having children.Today I marked on Google Earth where we all fought on a dark street in Manhattan; where you hung your head outside the cab just to feel the air blowing across your face, just to feel something different; where we spoke on the train. The earth still spins, the sun still shines, and corn and pumpkins still grow at 22nd and 3rd; all is right, all is good.
Sometimes it takes great conflict to bring people closer together.
Happy birthday, Brian.
May your Brooklyn garden always treat you well.
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