I didn't even have to use my A.K....

The weekend was rough but we’re pulling through with style, so an enormous thanks to everyone for your support, prayers, etc. They meant a lot. Looks like they also worked for now and that’s incredible. My dad’s by no means out of the woods, but the first operation went okay, and he’s feeling okay, all things considered.

I got to say it was a good day.

I’ve got that Ice Cube song in my head. Last time I did, I knelt under the domed green of Massachusetts in Andes Van Syckle’s English class and tried, quite hard, to pay attention instead of closing my eyelids to the sun. It was warm, and the lyrics flew from my right from two kids: one from Bermuda, the other sporting a tie made entirely of duct tape.

Those were the days of mud sliding, blindfold campus crawls and sandals in the snow. Stolen cigarettes on the mountain and Sunday searches for all the hidden shacks built by students looking for a dry place to get high, drunk, and make out. I only made it to the peak for one sunrise in the dark, though that’s all I needed. The rest of the time was spent acting like I didn’t care that I was cold when we shivered on the empty baseball field after lights out.

Back then my advisor “Jen-Jen”, a very pretty and very new teacher, passed on to me the best advice she could think of at the time, to always “pee after sex, before cuddling”.

All us privileged brats had laundry service or care packages or late-model cars or parents that cared. It was camp year-round. But shorts were against dress code.

It was full of good days. Here’s hoping for some more…