This is X, obviously, last night at the Skunk Hollow Tavern in beautiful Hartland, Vermont. That is NOT me in the background behind him; it’s someone else with excessively long, straight red hair.
X likes tavern-type places. I prefer exotic cuisine, but I like to make him happy.
Today my father has been on my mind, gone four years today. I went and did my shopping, and I greeted everyone the way he would have greeted them. I bought a lot of everything, because he always bought a lot of everything, because, “this way you have it.” You can’t argue with that.