For fourteen years into the new third millennium there was a saintly rainbow-winged figure who graced our eyes & our beautiful skies made all the more lovely by his presence. All things must great must surely end in order to be born once again. Dear Angelo, thank you for coming. You didn’t have to. We know that. But you did. That shows us & the rest of the universe just what kind of fabulous bird you truly are. We already knew that too.