Hey DB, I gotta tell you about I dream I had last night that featured you as the guest star
It seems that you and a friend drove up to New York from Baltimore (I guess Crabby figures in here somewhere, too) to pick me up and drive me back down to Baltimore to see a game--baseball or basketball, I forget which.
The rest is kind of murky; some business involving driving around up and down in a big multi-level parking garage, and an appearance at my parents old apartment from about 35 years ago.
But I have a vivid recollection of what you looked like: Short, thin, swarthy, dark skin (tan?), slick-backed black hair, and a small gap between your two front teeth .
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