I wish I was around when you were here. I missed that existential bus by about 30 years, give or take. The bus I ended up taking dropped me off at my first memory of being a very young child sitting on the floor of a radio station and listening to you. My mother worked there and we couldn’t afford daycare. That station now is for “classic rock” but to me that’s just what childhood sounded like. I forgot about you for a while. But I’m sending this postcard to tell you that I’m here now. I’ve been around for a little bit and it’s given me time to realize how you’ve changed this strange life of mine. Even though I missed that first bus, I found another way to get to you. I wish you were here now, but I’m afraid I’ll be waiting for an eternity so I guess I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.