mon friend,

whenever I see Shrimp, I cannot forget how Dale cried at how "Fresh" the shrimp is...

it is one of those things in my life that I will carry with me til the day that I die...

to appreciate the tiniest of things...I had never appreciated the fact that we get our local shrimp so fresh...until Dale...

Dale is part of you and Wes...

and through him and your stories, I get to know Wes...

so...thank you...for sharing Wes with us...to let us in on a man that was special not only to you, but part of this terra....

I had a walk the other day and I stopped and smelled the cold crisp air...

it made me appreciate that...

and here's your poem to Wes...

http://neurotalk.psychcentral.com/post431054-153.html