Stan died in March, a few days after his 39th birthday. I don't know if there is any special meaning to the day of his death, but he died on my 38th b...rthday. The people closest to me all seem to die on my birthday or a few days after it.This was going to be the first, and only, public message from me. Stan and I worked on this together in January. We talked about what he wanted me to say. Some of these words are his. Several days after he died, I was writing to a close personal -- real life --. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; “and even if my head would go through,” thought poor Alice, “it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.” For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few. Curious as to how that new vagina of his looked, Paul, in a very unlady like fashion, took his hands and with an admonishment to himself to, "Watch it, pal! Don't go taking liberties with yourself that you shouldn't ought take for the right here and now!", placed them on the inside runs of their respective thighs and splayed his legs wide apart. "Now would you look at that! "Paul... me boy-o!", he said, trying, but failing miserable, to adopt an Irish accident. "Guess what! You've got a. " Of course. How are things with you?" I asked."We're making slow progress with Mr. McVeigh, but I think his bank and the auditors are putting together a pretty compelling story about what he's been doing with the store and his suppliers. I think his days as an owner are numbered. It's just a matter of time." Well," I sighed, "I'll have to wait and see how it all comes out then." How are you enjoying the book store?" he asked."Better than I expected, but ... it's still not Top Valu Foods..