Where Is My Love ?

FOR

ANDRE:

Andre & I were inseparable for nearly ten years. I am OK, but just take a gander at this:

Andre was a Professional Chauffeur for people whom you would all know and have heard of.  (oh, if I was a name dropper).  I met him in a neighborhood dive,  a gay bar,  call "The Albatross", in Astoria, Queens.
There is where, in a moment of complete vulnerability, I advised a complete stranger that I needed a friend.  This then, was when he advised me that this was the first time that he went out on his own since his "husband of Thirty-Seven years", died, a little over one year ago...

We became close.
He had a car!!!
It seemed all too convenient....

You look back and trace things to moments; I remember the moment that I fell for Andre.  Picture being in a limmo, NYC, Queens, no less, bouncing from bar to bar with your own Chauffeur that knows every nook & bar-keep. Every night a new trip! 
Every day more stories!....

On the ninth or tenth night of going out, he took me to a little place somewhere in Queens, cool crowd, nice music. We order our drinks from the dancing bartender who brings them promptly.

I take a sip,  light up a Camel and  
Say, "Where's the ashtray?"

He looked at me professorially & pitifully and said, "You're in it......."

Fell for you!

RIP, My Dearest Love.