Thanks, Paul Gilbert, for making me think of this more than I already do.

When Kevin and Liesl got married last fall, I asked Kevin if he wanted to come to the Sidewalk Scramble after-party for a bit. Their plane for the honeymoon left late enough the next day, and he had been involved in the Scramble entry, so he had mentioned that it might be doable, post-wedding. And what he said — more specifically, the sincerity in his eyes that underlined the words — will stick with me forever.

“No – I think I just want to go home and be alone with my wife for a while.”

I have been loved a loot in my life. More than I deserve, certainly — more than any one person should ever be loved in one lifetime, possibly.

I have loved a lot. Without confining it, perhaps it might be described as shallow love, infatuation, obsession with an idea. “Was it love / or was it the idea of being in love?” (Thanks, David Gilmour)

What I dream of is feeling what Kevin felt, long after the roller coaster has stopped.