A friend’s mother died this past weekend, so I’m off to the Mid-Atlantic city where I did my undergrad, where the seafood is fresh, where the baseball team is terrible and where some of my closest friends are clamoring to get me back after my international adventures (and before that, my adventures in living in the south).
So while I’m going to support my friend, it’s not all bad. I know that people who love me await with hugs and smiles and beer.
Don’t worry. I’m taking notes and will post when I get back. If I ever get back. I could stay there forever and be happy.