Drawing a deep breath, he clicked the button. As the mic came to life, so did the essence of Davey Krane.

“Boom! It’s 7:38 on this fine Thursday morning. That was ‘Muster the Cluster’ from the Dreadnaught’s latest ‘Callus Fingers, Callous Hearts.’ Something groovin’ to get you movin’. You have a chance to score tickets to their upcoming August show at the Spectrum right around the 10 o’clock hour, so duct tape yourself to your radio to make sure you don’t miss it. We’ve got lots of great stuff coming up including a check in with Deke Spiederman who is chillin’ poolside with the ladies from Margarita Castle – your number one stop for the best margaritas in town – be sure to check their super special summertime favorite the ‘Margarita El Stupendo!’ guaranteed to knock…you…on…your…burro. Also, Clancy Jane will chime in with the weather, and Sticks will come in and say some stupid stuff for which we will belittle him and send him on his way. It’s the first day of summer folks and it’s gonna be scorcher, but you’re only to get one this year, so you better get out there and live it up! Call in sick or call in healthy or just go MIA. It doesn’t matter. If you think things are crazy at work – go out and do something sane! Give yourself a day to look back on when your old. Just be sure to take WSPZ with you for all the very best music in the northwestern region. Don’t believe me? Spin the dial. You’ll be back. And we’ll be back… right after this…”

Click.

On the outside of the card was a puppy sitting nose to nose with a kitten. On the inside it read:

Hey you, just a quick note to say thanks!

Thanks to the dedicated way you stick to your sense of correctness, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. Thanks for the way you meddle. Thanks for always being there when the chips are down with a hearty, ‘I told you so.’ Thanks for never letting me forget any mistake I’ve made. Thanks for being oblivious to the obvious and blatant social cues others gently provide in order to help you correct your course. Thanks for knowing everything and sharing that knowledge with everyone…all the time. Thank you for the oh so many things you are…and aren’t, for whenever we’re together, and I don’t punch you in the face, it means I have found a deeper sense of understanding, forgiveness and fortitude within me that makes me a stronger person overall. Especially that time when I was carrying that 2 x 4.

So thank you.

Stay frosty.

After 12 hours of staring at a computer screen in a rather dull and lifeless hive of cubicles, Calliope stepped out into the brilliant afternoon sun.

The light and heat washed over her and she squinted so hard from the immediate impact that tiny tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Undaunted by the light, she forged ahead, her goal – to get as far away from this building and that computer as she could. Her eyes would adjust. She just needed to go.

As she made her way down the three short steps to the sidewalk, she failed to see the bicycle chained to the railing.

It was then that Calliope crashed to the ground.

Polly tapped ‘refresh’ over an over again losing count of the number of times, not that it mattered. Refresh. What mattered was the response. Refresh. From someone. Refresh. Anyone. Refresh. Why were the responses so slow in coming? Refresh. Was it her computer? Refresh. Was it the other users? Refresh. Being online was like candy, but better. Refresh. It was more like a super rich, super tasty, no fat, low cholesterol, no calorie, covered in chocolate, dipped in love, sprinkled with sunshine and nuts and topped with a cherry sort of candy. Refresh. Mind candy. Refresh. Refresh. Where was everybody? Refresh.

Today was supposed to be one of the most important days of his life.

He planned everything to the minute, yet now, for reasons he could not explain, he held two socks in his hands which clearly did not match.

It was all he had now.

And the crushing realization was that there was no time to alter the plan lest the whole house of cards come tumbling down.

So he drew a deep breath, slid the socks on and forged ahead.

For after all, that is who he was.