Alexandra Lozano

Dear Michael,

Thinking of you. Thinking of so many memories of times that we spent together.

Did we meet through Rachel or through the Ottawa restaurant and bar crowd? Doesn’t matter. It was some time in the 90s.

What I remember most are excellent soirées chez Rachel and Jo (Yo) chatting and learning how to play Belote under their tutelage. You would never call a spade a spade. Non! They were tiny shovels.

But what I really remember the most and cherish the most is sharing one-on-one time with you. When I lived on MacKay, when I wanted company, I could just stroll down to the pub on the corner, find you there with your leather briefcase, papers and pencils, seat myself next to you, order a drink and just talk, and laugh a lot. Always walked away feeling good.

Last time that I saw you was at your fabulous wedding where I also met your gorgeous bride for the first time. Sad that we failed to reconnect in person despite some attempts.

Belote! and rebelote! for now, mon ami.

Je t’aime beaucoup.

Alexandra