Shown here in his Renaissance garb

Cormac is an old, old friend of going on 14 years now, we met in the summer of 1990.  How we met is still something of a marvel to the both of us because we both did something we don't do to meet the other person.  I actually crawled out of my shell to welcome my new neighbor at the apartment complex I lived in at the time, he actually answered the door to a perfect stranger.  According to his girlfriend at the time (he's now happily married with two children), we both stood there staring at each other for several minutes.  All he and I remember is a feeling similar to a prolonged electric shock and an overwhelming feeling of having known each other through the ages.  Over the years we've discovered that we do indeed know each other from ages past.  We each hold a piece of each other no one else will ever see . . .

Fourteen years later, fourteen hundred or so arguments and many, many more great memories he's still the only person who can make me laugh when I'm mad as hell (dangit!).  Here's a quote he'll definitely remember (and laugh about) from an argument we were having and I said this to end it, "Don't make me make you hurt me!"  

Long conversations, rock-n-roll, tears, laughter, pillow fights, Renaissance Faires, long drives in the city and mountains, gin and tonics, movies, NO PICKLES!!, forehead gashes, FARFIGNOOGGIN'!! (you had to be there), hot tubs and singing fat ladies (difficult to explain, funny as hell), internet gaming, drowning himself attempting to pull me under the water (see I'd baby-oiled but HE didn't know it! ROFL), me nearly getting him arrested all because of a broken license plate light, horny barbarians and mouthy half-elf ranger-thieves, weekend long AD&D games, dangling eyeballs, literally single-handedly tying me into a knot on the floor while he was talking on the phone, sleeping daughters, those damn Leo's!, sock-sliding-goose-pinches, "door-jamming" and the list goes on and on and on but one last thing - the best danged bear-hugs in the world!

Cormac is a very old soul and still very young at heart.  Heck, he and his friend just got done building a racing car and are having a blast gently teaching others how to drive.  There is tons I could say about this man but I'll leave you with this instead:  This is a copy of a page in my day-planner that he wrote when I left our table for a couple moments at Perkins.  There is a very long story behind this page; in fact, only he and I will ever know just what it all means and that's OK.  It's complete with his trademark Unicorn with the Superhero Chin.  :-)

Yes Scott, "Cormac", I still have that page safely kept in a special plastic cover in my day-planner, right up front to always remind me of everything that needs remembering . . . . .