Happy Birthday, Mr Cline.

He still haunts my thoughts. Every time I hear an obscure telco term. Or see Mister Potato Head. Would have been thirty two today. I think? Uncle Ron reminded me: "just because he's dead doesn't mean it's not his birthday."

Cindy said I should have called his mother. Let Mamma Cline know that her son is still remembered by his friends. She'd probably appreciate that. I may try to do that tomorrow. My Mom would appreciate something like that. Maybe his will, too.

You're still with us, Stanley. In our hearts. And on our minds. A part of us.