Ok... so this trip I've been on has been cool and intriguing and beautiful and curious.... It's been good; really good to think about Dwight and Paul and Joey and Gordon and all of the others who have come and gone. Wanting to connect with those who are still alive. Just to say "hi", or whatever. But, overwhelming my thoughts go to Dwight.
Why couldn't you hang in there for just a little bit longer? I still miss you. And it pisses me off and I smile at myself for being pissed off that you died.
And then there's Paul Grady. Beautiful friend and amazing writer. A sort of vagabond spirit... I so envied you. While you were bouncing between P-town, Seattle, Portland and San Francisco, I was an indentured servant in the US Navy. How disparate and unique our two lives were - and yet we connected and became good friends. You were so sweet and I value your letters, and poetry.
that's all for now
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