Shoutouts

I've become quite attached to so many people here. At the wrist and ankles, which makes riding a bicycle rather interesting.

It's been tempting, and utterly lazy, for me to just use our undistinguished second person plural pronoun "you," or any of its regional variants (youse, yas, yall, allyall, allyallyouse), to express those genuine feelings of affection and appreciation.

No more. It's time to put faces to the names that move me, inspire me, feed my soul and make me laugh.

Of course, they'll be the entirely wrong faces. And therefore, no names.

( With all this talent in one room, it's no wonder they tore the school down... )