Hi Joe

I hope someday my best man visits my blog. He just turned seventeen recently. I still call him Joey as I knew him as that since he was born. I still remember sitting in the hospital waiting room when we went to visit my sister, since I was too young to go in and there was a limit on the number of visitors. Joe just started e-mailing me, which is a great thing and I hope that it continues for quite some time. It reminds me of letters I have written to my uncles and reassures me that I must have done something right somewhere along the line. I keep trying to lure him to visit North Carolina and check out my apartment. I think that he would enjoy some of the time, but the lack of television would surely drive the man insane. Of course he could be scared off by his last visit to an apartment of mine. In New York he came over with a CD and when he put it in the player it dropped behind the carriage. I had to take apart the stereo and was very grumpy shall we say. I hope he doesn't think that I am always like this!