To Alex, while you are on the rig
Alex, if you are opening this, you miss me, and I am glad, because I miss you worse.
I keep setting out two forks. Last night I put one back and stood there like a fool.
You are not far. You are three weeks and a bad phone signal away. I am working on your birthday present. That is all I am saying.
Put on your boots and walk the deck. I looked up tonight and the moon is out here too.
MAKE IT YOURS