Pretty Good Year

Most likely, I will bork the date here. I have no records anymore. I mean, none of the time I spent in Greensboro, N. C. watching Tori Amos is recorded AND in my possession. Does that cover it?

It was a good year. One of those years you fill with the hope of recognition and supplement it with enough action to make it all real. Real enough to remember even now, life couldn't get better than that!

I mean, as long as you're me.