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So Byron moved off island yesterday for college. I saw him off on a jet plane in the early morning rain. When I got home later that day after a long day at the shop I sat on my bed and looked at a recently rediscovered photo of Byron and Andrea all dolled up and ready for some event or other. Byron must have been about six years old. He wears dress pants and a white shirt with a nice sport jacket over top. His hands are behind his back and he has one foot forward slightly in a classic model's pose.

Just that, I guess. Tonight I feel like a sad song.