No Winston this time. In fact, Joe didn't visit me. He dropped off stuff and left. Goims! Then he went to pick up his fiancee.
I started reading the Mickey Mantle bio. It put me in mind of crushes I had back in the dark ages. Only three have lingered. Elvis, Paul Newman, and the Mick.
(Note: When I was a kid, crushes referred to people you didn't know like movie stars, singers, athletes. Etc. The unattainable. Now it seems that crushes refer to anybody around whom you know and like. Except that they don't know that you like them.)