This was the time of year that I meet Joshua Loring. I can’t help but miss him. I remember him opening the door on Morrison and looking at me with his crazy look of surprise. He told me later that he wanted to ignore me, because I was too strange. Really who dresses up in costume and rides a bike? It seems funny now that he lived in Portland. We could have never guessed that he would one day have a son with that “strange” woman on his doorstep………I miss you Josh.