No help again and the shadows of people and their sense of entitlement are far beyond reaching of mind-blowing. This young girl was with her Dad and she heard my Max Richer playing and she started dancing like she was some ballet dancer and all I could think about was the worlds of places my daughter's imagination has taken her, all if which I've not been around for. It's been suggested that a lot of your core fundamentals are carved into stone by the time you reach two. Stuff like your approach to food, your preliminary reservations about the world etc and I'm all but a fragment of a memory in the back of that beautiful girl's mind and when she's old enough to comprehend words the ideas that will sprout and take root from what Jessica tells her about me. He probably thought I was a pedophile the way I stared at her. Head down, just keep moving.