Morgan never said an unkind word about anyone, I don't think, except for the guy who borrowed his jacket once and left permanent B.O. in it. That really pissed him off.
I helped Morgan move from Seattle to Santa Barbara. The first night in SB we went to Don's Cocktails (which was decorated for the upcoming holidays with a bunch of haggard Christmas lights on a forklift parked outside, so Morgan quickly named it The Home of the Decorated Forklift). A lady came in with a cake for the bartender's birthday, which had been a couple of weeks ago. She lifted the foil to reveal a chocolate cake with yellow icing reading HAPPY BIRTH! and shrugged and told the bartender she'd run out of room. And then she handed him some plates and forks and left. Morgan and I merrily served cake to the other folks at the bar, and ever since on our birthdays we've wished each other a very HAPPY BIRTH!
Also on that trip we were sleeping in a clutterfilled room and it was giving us both the willies, like we worried we'd knock something over or something would fall on us. One morning I woke up to the sound of him giggling across the room which made me start giggling and it turned out that he had woken up and looked up towards the skylight, searching for a noncluttered spot, and only then noticed that even the skylight was cluttered, with some sort of melted rainbow dreamcatching doodad stuck to it, but Morgan said all he saw was a "technicolor turd."
I hope these stories make you smile and laugh, but right now they are making me cry.
Love to Sarah and Andy and your parents.
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