I must have been around 20 years old when he did his first fly-by in my life. We must have met on a dance floor, where i'm sure I must have noticed his ever so happy crooked mischievous pirate-like smile, and I wonder if I noticed right away that his feet did not touch the ground. I probably did. I do know he made me laugh in wonder, at what he did and said, and I remember curiously floating along...We probably kissed, because when someone is that full of life, how could you not kiss? But more importantly, we connected. You know...these kind of instant connections where thought or reality do not matter...you just want the moment of elevation to continue. Live, breathe, laugh and I think it involved whiskey.Somehow this dancing kite of a man came home with me, and romantic involvement may have been the intention..but present interaction was just way more magical. He saw my cat Majka, who júst had her kittens, and he tumbled straight to her, with sheer joy, and played with the cats...sort of merged with them. I remember looking at him ..knowing he was like air, a fleeting mirage. I enjoyed the moment. Somewhere in there he told me his name was Brandus Oldenburger, and I might have known that wasn't true, but it suited him.