Letters

It has been a long time since we have been together in the same room. Just you and me and a few thousand of our friends. Maybe this will be our year to be together again. It will be twenty-eight years this February 28. It was 1983. You remember. We met in Springfield, IL. on a cold winter night. You rattled my rafters and warmed my soul. I roared and roared and hollered for more. Maybe this will be our year to be together again. As the years have passed your spell has grown, with every tune and every tone, you have reached every fiber of my heart. I know we will never ever be apart. Maybe this will be our year to be together again.