O, poetry, divine! Has Tanner Roark been this dreamy all along? Was I sleeping so soundly, to have overlooked this vision, this soft-haired, strong-armed Adonis?? Or is it the sweet honking of the horns, drifting like jasmine through the evening air over the bay, that casts such enchantments?
O, how sweet to awaken at last to the cowbell's dulcet cry! My eyes are open!!
(he was a Nat.... he was even in my DIVISION... but my GOD where was my feeble mind?? my foolish eyes!?)















