Hmm... where do you start?
The first subway ride I ever took and could remember was with Regina, on our way to the Thanksgiving parade. Apparently it's not considered a subway, but to this day...i say it is. Kareoke in the kitchen. Tuesday nights at the bowling alley and of course, the candy jar in the living room by the couch.
Regina, Regina...you always did it your way, you never showed fear, you are strong and so very intelligent. Thank you for the time, the memories, the peace of mind, the advice... xo
