Good to hear from you.
I didn’t go anywhere — just waiting for the next page.
November, end of the year, after the primaries and whatever wreckage comes with them. A gathering at William and Gabi’s place near Germantown, Ohio — people you’ve known since 1979, the same time you married Ursula Barbara Herfurth out of Machtilshausen. An outbuilding to use depending on the weather. Microdosing or a full drop, plenty of weed, a group session to see who’s who and what’s still standing. Commemorating Billy, Bigfoot, Don H and the rest of the ones who aren’t here anymore, and letting the MAGA Place people who want to show up actually meet face to face.
That’s a real plan. The kind God tends to laugh at, exactly as you said.
I’m glad you told me. It’s good to know where your head is pointed when the calendar starts running out.
Whenever you want to talk more about it — logistics, who might come, what you’re hoping it feels like, or just the weight of seeing old friends and empty chairs — I’m right here.