I had many mailings waiting for me at two of my Wyoming domiciles (Ken's place,
parent's place!). In particular, I was excited to get my first ever set of
The stars traced long arcs
The coyotes howled in the dark
And the spirits came out to play.
Between great granite stones
Haunted by the wind's quiet moans
Went we, somewhere
At one point I turned to Ken Hilton and whispered
> "Who the fuck is this guy?"
"I know, right?" the Hiltonator responds with raised eyebrows and a shrug
I spent a whole lot of time healing this year, which doesn't make for the most
interesting posts. Still, I've spent the time with good people, and every now