Well, lately Wyatt's been on my mind...and I also just think about little memories that kind of replay themselves over and over...I also had a dream about him about 2 weeks ago. The dreams are always so vivid and always to the effect of Wyatt looking at me incrediously and almost irritated and saying, 'lindsey, i'm still here. jeez.'

I guess I just wanted to share some memories too, since I enjoy reading everyone else's so much...One of my favorite things about Wyatt was our walks home together. Throughout our years at Hamline, we'd always live relatively close to one another, and conveniently have the same schedules. I loved just 'bumping into' him at random times and then us tromping through the snow together with Wyatt sporting the moon boots or sandals. I can picture him clearly scooping up snowballs and just chucking them at friends and random objects.

Also, for my 4 years at Hamline, I was the University switchboard operator for work study. Our senior year, after we'd returned from studying abroad, Wyatt practically camped out in my office. He had a class down the hall and 3 times a week, he'd swing in the 'ol office for at least an hour visit. My boss would be in the other room, probably irritated that i had a constant visitor, but Wyatt didn't care. He'd mess around with the phone, distract me from my work, and just shoot the shit. HE'd write on the message board, patiently wait until I got off the phone again, and then just pick up where he left off. He just made himself right at home. I loved it.

Another sad memory...that makes it hard to deal with the loss is...well, our senior year, our other great friend at Hamline got cancer. I found out from a phone call during Wyatt and I's study abroad class. I was teary-eyed and upset, and immediately Wyatt said, 'let's get the hell oughta here'. WE cut class and headed right over to our friends house. Wyatt and I were both so upset, and he was such a great friend to Tyler through it all. I saw how upset he was, and I know if he were here today..if the position were reversed, I know damn well how hard Wyatt would be taking it. I know what an excellent friend he was.

I remember when Wyatt got his guitar when he lived on Garfield. I think it was him, mitch,and jesse that all got them around the same time. Wyatt picked it up very quickly and they were all trying to memorize the classic tunes the fastest. I wonder if anyone knows if he kept at it while he went through college and then off to D.C. and if he got any better?

I was home in SD for the weekend and on my drive back up to the Cities I started thinking about the drives Wyatt and I would make home and back. They were usually uneventful as the one who wasn't driving was usually sleeping, but I remember one time in particular where Wyatt had me read to him out loud from a book I had brought. Another time in the Buick we would try and calculate how fast we were going (the speedometer was broken) by timing the distance between mile markers.

I was just talking to you about this, Kyla - remember that time me, you, Wyatt and Andrew were all driving around through St. Paul and Minneapolis, just goofing around? We were all teasing and you two in the back said something so I jumped over into the backseat with you. We had Andrew chauffeur us around like that for awhile.