by George, I think twas at young's regency roller skating rink (decades ago, now a public library - in Plymouth Whitemarsh, Pennsylvania), where passions pink like tender infant soft toes or budding spring time rose - thee triumphant chap mentioned above did propose to Shari Todd Harris - one pleasing lass (and younger sibling o mine) with a button nose knew he hit high caliber gal, whose mien demeanor reined in any lows cuz she realized this gem of a guy stood apart from common neat or sloppy joes where ardent cogent elements of style - with his comic hi hoes reduced the presence to zero of any foes cuz his aura, charisma, dogma... cathartic, pacific and therapeutic persona imbued thine psyche when he did doze emitting warmth felt by Matthew Scott Harris likened to how a summer breeze blows ah, how this perfect (hand in glove match) endured going on three decades aglows.