Dear Mr. Henshaw,
My old pal Joshy rolled into town in his brand new 1989 Dolphin motorhome and parked in my driveway long enough for us to feed each other whisky and grass, chew Halloween candy and the fat, and team-ponder the wayward lessons life hands you in your third decade. Each time we raise our glasses we’re toasting to more memories, more friends, more ladies, and more dreams—finished and unfinished.
To the bald tires and the mobile houses
To the tired youngsters and the senior racers
To the cockleburs and bee stings and knees all red from rugs
To the trouble and the hugs