everytime I meet someone new, I often find myself looking back at how others have left a mark on my life. Some have left important and deep marks and others have been like a gnat flitting about my face, distracting me from the world around.

This morning, I met my Blogger Daddy. I can’t describe what its like to meet someone that has had such a profound impact on my life other than to say, it was glorious. The twinkle in his eye throughout the day told me that we were on the same wavelength. We were both kinda awed at the situation and happy that we’ve finally met.

But meeting Blogger-Daddy as he will now be known to me, brought up memories of people that have passed through my life and has kinda made me pause and reflect on their contributions.

My memory of names has never been very good, which is why I often assign a nick-name to anyone that I expect to be staying for any length of time. (and I’ve come up with some fucked-up nicknames over the years.)

The early years of the 1990’s decade saw hundreds of people rotating through my life. Some good friends, some bad, some just faces in a crowd dancing to the music in the glow of the spinning lights. A few people stand out more than others. People that disappeared before I had a chance to let go or say goodbye. They haunt my memories and I find myself wondering about their whereabouts and lives.

Dash was one. Dash was a wild girl at least 5 years my junior. She spoke a language all her own and I was enthralled in her passionate love of life. She was a flash in my life that ignited a frenzy of activity and experimentation, of thought and of love. One day she was gone. I never heard from her again and I wonder about her, and I remember our walks thru Golden Gate Park and the Lower Haight district and I am thankful that I shared her with the world, even if just for a moment in time.

So Blogger Daddy, as long as you want to stay in my life, you’re welcome. I hope your moment lasts longer than a dash.