A huge Hello.

Jon, I hope you land here soon. I'm glad I got the wild hair to write you.

For the rest of you, some background. Jon is a dear old friend of mine. He's not old, but the friendship is. He was one year my junior at our college. When things got rocky between Maggie and I, he happened to be getting married. Well, I did what I did best at the time and hole myself up in a ball and disappear for a long long time. I haven't "spoken" to him in 6 years. I felt embarassed about not talking to him, so I didn't talk to him. That just makes things worse. Man, I wish I had seen that a lot earlier in my life. So my folks got his info from Maggie when they talked just prior to their moving out here. So I looked up his glass studio and wrote him that night. But Jon, being thewonderful person that he is, declared that the past is the past and we have all fucked up. I still love that man.

Thanks, Jon. You made my day by being you.

Well, I gotta go clean up the house so when the folks get here in the AM they are impressed. Well, they won't be. And I don't jump through hoops like that. But I do wanna vacuum and finish the dishes.

Nite, kids. Don't let the bedbugs bite, unless you're into that kinda thing.

-Rich