One of my favorite posts on this blog is the Jewson one. This cracks me up because I remember so clearly the situation and how “Hunt felt the full force of the breeze.” It also makes me happy as I think about how close Kentucky and I were at the time. But that was a long time ago, and things are not so solid anymore.
I remember a similar time of estrangement when I met Kentucky in the Little Park and he wrote something in my address book – to be honest I can’t remember exactly what he wrote but I’m guessing it was something like “Come Home.” And that ushered in very long period of friendship and serious drinking between us. Our situations are very different now – being 5,000 miles apart – but one wonders if it is time to come home again. Time will tell. But I would like to.