I was just answering you when my mac went plotz. Well, that happens.
I'm glad we met, good, very good, we were quiet but I wish we had talked more, if only to argue. Whatever, I'll always regard you wonderfully, the guy flinging poetry at the russian driver who threw poetry from the driver's seat just before dare devil driving on the hills.
Oh, and we were in line at city lights together (trying to remember the book I bought, it was a good one)
Ah, well, keep talking dirty.