Hey, Kurt. Seeing less and less of you lately didn't mean I was thinking less and less about you. You've always had unique position in my life. I remember the first time we ever spoke to each other. It was at a high school football game. You were in eighth grade, I was in sixth, and you were trying so hard to convince me that I'd said something offensive to your cousin, and then put on that grin of yours...that defining factor that let us know you were you. Anyway, you patted me on the shoulder and admitted you were just trying to get someone riled up, then asked if I wanted to toss a football around beside the bleachers. From then on, that's how we communicated...running after the guy carrying the football trying to knock each other into the dirt before the football could get tossed up and away...you know the game.
I wasn't a very personable kid, but you didn't care. If we had a good time, I was alright in your book. My appreciation for you became even stronger in high school when you helped me come off as a "one cool dude" to the upper classmen. You were the first to really put some confidence into me, and I feel I'll always owe my accomplishments in part to you.
I wrote a song for you and I play it on my guitar almost every time I pick it up these days. My hope is that you'll receive the message, and that the tune fits your personality. I think it does, or it wouldn't have come so easily to me.
You're a good soul.
"Ol' Red"