Jesus fucking fuck, this is weird. But a good weird. Sad, but good. Bittersweet. Lost friends. Lost mentors. Concrete photos of a possible future that has (and might always) haunt me. A reminder that we, to paraphrase the Rolling Stones, don't always get what we want, but if we try...well, at least we might survive.
Explorer Post 272. The Red Mountain Museum. Limestone Creek. Greene County. Mosasaurs and toxochelid turtles and pterosaurs. The "Gordies." My face at eighteen and nineteen. Fat Kitty! Maybe, one day, I'll find the courage to post some of these.
Jada, thank you for saving these for that day I would need them, after I was so careless and lost them. I love you.
Dizzy in Time,
PS: Also, the package from Ireland arrived.