020408 #human #treefrog Jesus, why did I ever tell you about that? I ask in half-mock exasperation when she says she wants me to stuff her mailbox full of flowers, too. What, you want me to stuff my own mailbox with flowers? I mean it's not like-- Christ, I was seventeen when I did that! Be seventeen! she exhorts, pushing on my chest with one paw like a Labrador standing up, and I know she is right. It's time to be seventeen again, when I knew I was someone, when I knew I had such a lot of love to give. Only now I'm seventeen and thirty-seven all at once, and I have a really important job to do. I'm going to be the one who is there, and ready, at the right time when the genius comes through the door, the loner comes through, the loser, the clown, the just plain weird--I don't have to invent the Apple I, but I would damn sure be honored to be like the ones the Woz looks back at when he says, yeah, that teacher really supported me when I needed it. It's such a blessing, because I don't have to be the genius, I just have to be--