I've been told that I'm sentimental to a fault, but I will defend that attribute as a virtue until the collective weight of my keepsakes suffocate me in my sleep. I have a terrible time finishing my sentences ...finishing anything really. My pre-school teacher used to call me "Little miss lights on, but nobody's home" on account of my super-human capacity to space-out. I like to move worms I find on side walks back to a more hospitable terrain. I'm a softy like that. So are they. If we ever share an experience, I won't forget you. I've always kept at least a tiny piece of everyone I've ever known.