Dear Distance,
I had forgotten how much I love this song, your song for today. The Wodehousian 'imposs,' the touch on the clutch, the alienation of proximity, the climaxing anguish. The bouncy bop juxtaposed against the abject loss. It is a great song and you can take your arguments elsewhere, boys.
Didn't you, don't you, feel that way so much? Even when they are right there, in the next room, the next town? Even when they are where you are?
