Some days it's pretty nice being the only one in the house... 'cause I can sleep as late as I want most days... I can eat what and when I want to eat most days... I can pretty much do what I want most days...

But most days... it'd be nice if Harv was here to talk to, to laugh with, to eat with, to consult with, to fuss at, to collaborate with, to watch tv with, to taste wine with, to travel with, to dream with... It'd be nice to have Harv lying next to me at night and waking up with me in the morning...

And, I might even be okay with him playing the guitar right behind me while I'm trying to concentrate.

He was a good one.