Dear Beverly

Stopped by to say hello.

             Smile.  You remembered me.

Always.

Found this of you with the other Beverly at Dodger Stadium in 2008.
Doing what you loved best, watching your boys play baseball.
Funny, I taught you to keep score in 1972 and you showed me how to play dominoes.
I think you got the better of the deal.
Always found it a bit odd that a woman would enjoy keeping score of a baseball game so much.
I wonder what that says about you?

Got a tune for you today ... enjoy.

Link:   Jackson Browne: Doctor My Eyes

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can?

Doctor, my eyes, tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes, tell me what you see
I hear their cries, just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes, cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned how not to cry