Francisco

Since I'm in the being-thankful mood, I think I'd better say something about Francisco. I arrived into town some time ago to see a little Emily-shrine of all of my favorite things: Reese's Pieces (which I guess I pronounce wrong--I always say Reeses [with two long e's] and make "Pieces" rhyme with that; of course, with the number of them that I've eaten in my life, I think I should have naming rights), bread, and flowers. The boy is sure generous and thoughtful.

(I photoshopped the words off the card--I figure not everything in my life needs to be wide open for the whole internet to see. But they were nice words: the boy's not a writer for nothin'.)