Dear Wigleaf,

I keep thinking it should've been over by now. The saying and the not-saying. The Bigfoot-ing and the brand managing. How things are linked, still. That synching feeling.

It isn't over. None of it is.

I think about you, there. Me, here. The tin-horn thinness in between. How it sounds like nothing. How it is nothing.

I wrote a song today. It isn't a good song. Just a song. I did love you, you know, the lyric begins. And pretty much ends. Right there.

You know how unhappy people say, I just want you to be happy, how they ask if you want them to leave you, leave you so you can be happy? I'm writing a song about that, too. A song about the way they say it. How it tumbles out. What it sounds like.

It sounds like The Sinking of The Lusitania.

That sound is my Halloween costume this year. What's yours?

Truly, as if Lionel Richie were singing it,

Pat