Sally Jesse Rafiel, are you still alive? Where did you go? I miss your glasses and your smell. You were an influence in my life like Mussolini. You wrecked my sandcastles. I wish you would let me cut your hair. I could make you so beautiful. I wish I hadn't backed over you with my Wrangler. That was bad form. I hope you will be my daugher's first boyfriend. I want to be related to your face. Live well, Sally Jesse Rafiel, wherever you are.