lying here in the dark,the first bar of john mayer's guitar strumming strikes a memorychord of the time you sat in our car after a night out. for some reason, your car was at judson's house and we had to send you there. I remembered playing a mixed cd with songs like Iris, All my life, St Patricks Day. at the beginning of each song you made a very Andrew like expression of how much you enjoyed these songs. I remember how delighted I was that you loved the songs I chose and how I wished Judson stayed fur- ther just so we could have your company in the car for a little while longer.