Well Joe, it seems like a bitty ditty now but stop and think. There we are, in the San Francisco airport, and I am sitting beside you giggling over something you just said, and you say something about how much fun it is to meet another Mudcatter, and I burst into this little song. Because, dear friend, I was born to be with you! How else could such a meeting have occurred? Born to be with you, just as surely as though I had been born your sister. And Joe. As a hymn. Try it. Born to be with You, Lord, made for you.... Or Jesus singing to us, Born to be with you, Joe.

Aw hell. I'll tape it and send it so you can catch the tune. I'll do it in church as an offertory, we are taping the services now on Saturday night, bad as we sound!

~S~