Monday, September 09, 2002

My dearest, most treasured lifelong soul-sister, partner in both crime and music, blue-eyed godsend of a best friend Linda had a frigging heart attack Saturday morning. She's 40. She'll be okay after today's scheduled angioplasty, one hopes.

Her own dad, and big angel of a Santa Claus with an eat-shit grin and a heart as big as Texas, had one heart attack, his first and last, at age 42, sitting at a conference table meeting with his employees. Fell over, bang, gone.

Linda's lucky. There'll be some changes around her house, and mine. Right now I'm just kind of weepy and pensive. If anything I write here tonight gets too dark.... just email and smack me around why dontcha.
So Daddy's got a brand new flag.