Dear Foxy, I love you so much. You are a lifesaver. I love how gentle you are when I screw up, and how you and your friends never give up on me. I wish I could be smarter for you so we could make something happen. Someday, some way, this all works out and we ride off into the sunset. Roll the credits, I can’t wait to give you all the fame you deserve (yummy). —Slow Boyle
This article appears in Mar 4-10, 2010.