It’s a very fond memory, getting a call to come up to Tilghman St at twilight and being on hands and knees digging up bulbs, I think with flashlights.  I remember how furious and heartbroken you were that the new owners didn’t respect what was there.  Wonder if it was Jean’s lilac or a shoot from mine, that was originally from Jean?  You gave me a beautiful blue plate with a chip in it that you suggested be used under a plant.  I still have it and use it and think of you with love.  These are precious memories.  Remember your smoking in the basement?