I saw a shooting star last night, a very bright one very late at night. It shot across our Southern Cross and winked. I like to think its my dog .. letting me know he’s ok, and checking up on me. That’s our job, him and me. Checking up on each other and letting each other know that everything is ok.

We have a deal, my dog and I, whoever gets there first .. waits. We know we are going to the same place, we have the same sort of character. We are both obsessed with rock. Robert Hecker, I love you very very much .. more than anyone else appears to know. But I know that you know.