 Those of us who knew him best talked about him often. I swear the stuff he pulled, sometimes it makes me sad though, and to being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be cherished. Their feathers are just too bright, and when they fly away, a part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up, because we don't, but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and they're going to be gone. I guess I just miss my friend.