Roger...

His name is Roger Simmie. I met him at Fred's. There was an instant attraction. I liked his white beard, mustache and hair. But, more than that, I liked his wise ways. He had so much to offer me: flattery, advice, and company while I waited for football practice to end.

When I found out that he was locked up and about to be deported back to Scotland, I was so sad. I was just getting to know him. I was just about to share my life story with him. I was just about to listen to how he came to the US and fought in Vietnam and, and, and. Now he is absent. He is no longer available to me. I can't share what I had intended to share. I am devastated. Why?

Because he is/was a representation of Henry Boult. My biological father. He would have stood in the place of my father and taught me about myself, about life, about drinking and hanging in bars and guys and all that shit. But, he is gone and I feel that I have lost the opportunity to make a lifetime friend.

If he is deported to Scotland, a place that he has not seen since he was a child (he's well over 50 now), it will be devastating. But me with my optimistic ways will find a way to celebrate and possibly visit and make the connection that I so needed, desired, longed for.

I hope that Roger is well. I hope that I am blessed with the chance to hear him say, "My Lady" once more. I pray that he is able to make it through this ordeal unscathed. I long to get to know my father figure: Roger.

Traveling...

One of my favorite passtimes is traveling. I look forward to meeting strangers and making new friends. Eating good food at interesting restaurants. Walking around and finding a spot to call my own. When traveling, I feel like me. Saree is at peace when on the go. When out discovering new places and seeing the world.

Wow

Technology is so amazing! I am sending my thoughts to a website via text messaging. I am truly impressed with how far we have pushed the limits of space and time.