I found this note last week while going through a box in storage. It brought me right back to the Summer of 2000. I always call that summer the best and worst summer ever. Best, because Ed came into my life. Worst, because my dad passed out of my life. According to the date, we weren't officially dating, but rather friends and coworkers in the Oregonian Sports Department. Apparently, we had already begun developing our own secret language that we speak to this day.... a mixture of Spanish, English, Yiddish, Sportese and Portlandese with a little Italian mobster mixed it for good measure.