Dear Ghost — Bob Bickford

Love letters, born from high school dances and stereoscopic slides of toddlerhood, Ferris wheels and suntan oil, the streets of Hollywood and Toronto, 1980s music, driving too fast, Hershey bars and bottles of Molson Golden ale, first real kisses and broken hearts. Our eleventh birthday parties, our first cars, our true loves, and our monsters.Getting old. Falling in love. A dash of each, and all together.Letters to all of us, from all of us-the things we remember and the things we've lost.