The Day Before Yesterday, sometime before 1:00 a.m., an Old Friend, born November (Scorpio), 1935 Died.

He may have "passed over," but knowing Charles (a Scorpio Gentleman, in Spades), I doubt

it.  I am glad of two things, looking back over my relationship with Charles:  (1) that we had, sort of, sex several times, but most notably full-out, out-right sex on my 24th birthday--"You fucked me, then I fucked you.  And it was lovely."  Quoth Charles thirteen years ago, when I had almost forgotten about it, it having been all so long ago. And (2) sort of off-handedly, about a dozen years ago, I compared a "Pie Jesu" that he had written for chorus with clarinet obligato to Mozart's "Ave Verum Corpus." Which, my so saying, totally touched and thrilled him--as, to be sure, it would have me. Anyway, it showed, or reminded, me, that having received what one treasures as the ultimate compliment is as nothing compared to the inestimable gift of happily discovering and bestowing it.