You probably heard me shout out earlier today. That was when I found my cherished but long-lost polar bear necklace in a pouch of a rarely used purse. Quinn bought it for me a long time ago, and I wore it every day for many years. It was like a signature to me, and I felt incomplete when I couldn’t find it in the zipper pocket of my suitcase, where I was so sure I put it. Not only that, I wondered if Cassidy would know me next time we were together.
After all, her Gus (me) and a polar bear necklace to suck on went hand in hand. After a long interval between visits, I sent her this picture, so she wouldn’t forget me.
And, sure enough, on the drive to their house from the airport the next time I visited, she leaned toward me and asked, “Gus, where’s your mecklace.” [We were sad when she learned to pronounce her “n’s”.]
I’ll see that girl in the next week or two and will bet a dollar to a donut that she’ll notice.