I have had several instances where I have "seen" Wyatt around this city... It has not happened for a long time - this mistaking other people for him. My heart leaps every time, despite knowing it can't possibly be him.

He has been on my mind a lot these days. No more recent dreams that I can remember, but his voice is clear in my head. I have been listening to the one mini tape I have (thank you for finding those tapes of his, Jeannie) of he and I from a random afternoon. I wish it was better quality, but nothing can make up for the way it felt to be with Wyatt in a room physically. Words and memories don't do it justice - I miss how his presence used to feel. I reach for it all the time. Time doesn't do much to make reality sink in with this. It's almost dream-like to think of him now.

Miss you, Wyatt....

i was working on this house in highland park, and the next door nieghbors are college kids at macalaster or st. thomas. one of the guys came out to get the mail. it was pretty cold this morning, around 49-50 degrees. this tall, bearded but shaved head guy comes out in his boxer briefs. it was a wyatt move if i've ever seen one. i must of looked gay cause i just stared at him with a big ol' grin on my face. oh well. he's around and he's still into indecency. i love it.

I have had this experience increasingly lately...I was walking across DUs campus last week and I passed this guy standing in front of his dorm in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt talking on his phone. After I walked by he said something...and it was like it had just come out of Wyatt's mouth. I felt fleetingly sad...but then I felt happy and I laughed out loud and looked like a jackass. A few weeks back, I almost crashed my bike (how appropriate) when I rode past this guy that I swear to God looked exactly like him. Every time I "see" him or think about him...I feel sad and sorry for myself...but it always turns into happy. He always just made me happy...and he still does.