change of season

the winds of change are dancing the streets of montpellier. people come. people go. i have said good bye to more than twenty people in the last three weeks. the gang is no more. steve and i were the last. now. i remain the last man standing. friends change. new emails. new phone numbers. the black book is doing its work. working overtime. its good. people form all over. people from different demographics. it keeps me sharp. i keep me interested. i keeps me intrigued. i keeps me. so this is to all of you that have come and gone. we will see one another soon i guess. perhaps amsterdam. perhaps in spain. but definitely in sa. two thousand and ten. a tribute to all that has made it unto this blog. your are the class of o seven. salut.