I am delighted to entertain. You obviously haven’t made it through the mountain of Cambodia posts yet, almost all of which have something pithy to say about genocide. Definitely less fun to read, but more nutritious.

Can the rain miss the desert?

Unintentionally, our departure date for Vietnam is January 6th. Who know if airplanes and airports will even work on the 7th?

It’s funny. I had Dorothy fact check this post before publishing, and her response was, “Dude, you are way down in the weeds with this. Is that where you want to be?” But I kind of think it’s the weeds that make this story interesting. The arc is easy to sum up, but the weeds, I think, are the meat. I’m glad you were entertained.

Oh excellent! I adore all the details I never heard. It’s FASCINATING- all of it. But mostly because it is in your voice- which is very …specific. And I miss it. Like the deserts miss the rain. Bon Voyage!! May your next adventure bring you joy and most importantly far far away from this shit storm we call the USA.

For you, you insatiable minx, anything. People have certainly responded well when I’ve dipped into the Personal History well, which is interesting. I’m not sure I have anything as epic as the Dorothy Jones & Co story, but I think there are a few more worth sharing. I shall see to it. For you.

more. I want more stories from your past. GIMMIE!!

Children. We just didn’t know any better. That’s what allowed us to pull it off, but also how we put ourselves in position to be screwed. Yin and fucking yang.

Also, had mom had the good doctor “taken care of,” the IRS would have turned to us for the unpaid payroll taxes. For so many reasons, I’m glad she kept her powder dry.

45, you precocious imp.