A Letter to Fred

I just wanted to let you know

those two pairs of marching band sticks

are sitting on top of the upright piano

in New York at my Father-in-Law's house.

He asked if there was a reason they 

were so thick. I explained the taper of the

shoulder and the high tension marching

drums are tuned to.

I told him who you were and that Brian 

was the one who invited to his storage unit

to take any of your gear I wanted.

I just wanted you to know, Fred.

Hey, Fred

I saw you last night in my dream. It was unexpected
but it was good to see you again, my old friend. You
were dressed up in a nice suit. When you saw me
walk in I went over and we hugged since we hadn't
seen each other in so many years. You looked great.
I even asked if you had lost weight. It seemed like
you were getting ready to get married. There were
many people there I did not recognize but that didn't
matter. It mattered that you were there. We talked
as you finished getting ready and then I because of
how busy you were at the moment I made sure to
excuse myself to let you get going. It felt good
seeing you again, even if only in a dream,