It is many things.
It is the sixth anniversary of my friendship with Quinn– on February 14, 2007 he shouted at my friend Cecil as she and I waded through the crowded Juniata College cafeteria, “HEY NICE SHIRT” and I said “HEY she’s wearing my shirt.” We ate lunch together that day, and the rest, as they say, is history. (Previous to this event, I had been trying to avoid Quinn at all costs– I even turned down a dance with him IN HISTORY CLASS.)
It is the fifth anniversary of the St. Valentine’s Day Miracle– on February 14, 2008 Brian Hamilton and I, walking back to 13th street after enjoying a chocolate milkshake downtown, got a mysterious phone call from Quinn. We hightailed it back to #508 to find Quinn on the porch wearing a trenchcoat and pink sunglasses with all his stuff in the car and a case of Newcastle in tow. He proceeded to live in the attic where he once chased out a bird with much bravado and little success.
It is the second anniversary of Phil’s death. On February 14, 2011 I was working the mid-morning shift at Grove’s when I got Roy’s text message. One by one we gathered at Boxer’s, filling glass after glass and crying and laughing and toasting and reading his words aloud.
And today, I suppose, is for Valentines (or Ballantine’s) also. And I have many Valentines, but here are two of them.
One of them made a harness for the other one.