These were not just kids. At the tipping point of their youth, embracing infinity, sprouting to uncertain futures, they were true beings to his eyes. Giving them a life of their own, notwithstanding their innocence coming into age, he simply wanted to tell their story. Ed, these are not just dweebs, weirdos, preppies, bloods or spazzes. They are the future, Ed.
I won't forget about you John. You showed me the beauty in your reminiscence of Shermer, you made me look at Chicago and you even took me on this joyride during the Stoeb Parade. I don't mind the anachronism. I'm now outside looking in and the peephole gets smaller every day. Is that why you faded away? There's a new order of simple minds now, and I wish they just took the time to register what you did.
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