Quinn, I was hoping to run across you. We seldom see each other, our conversations are brief and pleasant, but somewhat strained. I feel we are drifting apart. I feel a little guilty admitting that I have been following you and watching some of your activities. I was in the crowd when you triumphantly held your prize for winning the karoke contest. My cheers were as loud as anyone there.
I just wanted to congratulate you and, dammit, I hope we can become friends again.