*pencil begins to scribble on small waitress pad from Boar's Nest, a quiet voice reading outloud each word* I’ve known Alex Jackson on and off for some time now. We haven’t always gotten along… however one of my favorite memories is one brief moment of watching Alex dance in the rain. While I may not be aware of it, there has to be someone who life changed positively because of Alex being around. I don’t think he should go *clearing of throat* whatever MaryAnne decides, is what must be. D.H. *the pencil and pad are placed in a shirt pocket*