Originally, this week we were going to begin talking about love and loss from a few years ago. But then wordpress ate it. Twice. And I don't have time to type it all again this week. So we'll get to that next week.
So even though we've been working backwards chronologically,
In May of 2018 I traveled to Venice Beach, California for two weeks as I sometimes do. The Venice and Santa Monica area is probably my favorite place in the world. Venice in particular is a very interesting place to me, if for no other reason than all races and
This one's gonna hurt me, just so you know.
And I know at the end of last week I said this would be a multi-parter. I've changed my mind on that. I'm just going to leave a lot of stuff out because...
....the better part of valor, one might say.
OK, first for
OK, so in mid-May I drove up to Maryland. I met up with some old High School friends and had some nice dinners. Saw the Yankees beat the ever loving hell out of the Orioles. You know, the standard fare.
But that aside, when I checked into the hotel I was
OK, I churned this out literally overnight after going back and forth on whether to even start writing this stuff. I am not fully on board here with writing these posts, just so you all know. And mostly it's because I'm still pissed off. So don't get your hopes up