Dear Stewart,

No one would be surprised to learn that I listened exclusively to the Police on my way to and from the theater tonight, but it might actually surprise you to know that it's been a very long time since I've had an all Police commute.

Giving myself a little respite, I guess, and listening to other things. I mean, the songs aren't going anywhere, are they.

Tonight on the 405 south, on my way home, right about Rosecrans, "Does Everyone Stare" came on. For the most part, Sting's vocal range is either too high or too low for me to really feel comfortable singing along with him, but the beginning of that song is sung, I've always thought, by you, and so as I sang along tonight, as I always do, possibly an octave higher than you but not sounding too bad, I hope, I got a little gleam in my eye, a serious thrill, hearing our two voices together like that.

It's fun to hear you, and to layer over you, and to drive 80 miles an hour down a mostly free moving freeway singing along with a song that's what, 30 years old, that still gives me total enjoyment and makes me think about the man who wrote it and what that was like, in 1979 (wow!) writing that music and playing it and living it, and all the roads and freeways and songs you've written since. And what you, and what I might do in the next thirty years. And my son.

Love you,
Irene