Every winter it’s the same in this Northwestern Town, I seem to be outdoors roughing it to keep in shape and well that’s all part of getting old. I love to go around and say hello to everyone. I love to sleep. I love you. But every winter it’s the same old thing and I can’t see no other way to spend my time. I’m on the streets. I’m dying on the streets. Maybe one day that will change. Right now, I’m sitting here writing a letter to my family and friends and to heaven above out of love. Stay strong!