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Melt Your Face Off

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Drove back to Fayetteville from Kansas City yesterday afternoon with entirely too much to contemplate; of the many ways to respond, which would be the best for all involved? My mind and my body were mush from an insane work week and no opportunity to recuperate with family in town over the weekend. So, I drove autonomously. No thoughts. No music. Made one phone call. Vented.

Yet, even though I was doing 75 mph I didn't feel like I was getting anywhere.

So, I changed my environment. In the 85 degree weather, I rolled up the windows and flipped on the heater to max heat and max fan. For a half an hour I melted my face off. Felt the sweat rolling down my legs and the small of my back expunging the toxic thoughts into the air for them to diffuse into nothing. And, I actually felt better. Mobile sauna.

Towards the end of the half hour I was checking the time on my phone every few minutes; it was becoming a bit much to take. Then came relief--passive cooling--the breeze on wet skin like eating a Klondike bar (ok, not quite).

When you've been doing and saying the same thing over and over for years with no change in result, then you have to change something. I turned up the heat.

Did I get anywhere? In mind, not really. In body, I got home to my bed and slept for 12 hours.

SonnysidePop: Milky Way to Haunted Kansas

Pop: "Try a Milky Way and a V8; tastes great, wish we had some, can't wait!"

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Son: "Oh, the Billions and Billions of stars to eat, like the Man from Mars who keeps eating cars."
Pop: "And lightning bugs in jars. All tsars and czars to go before I eat, therefore a drink."
Son: "Last call, then back to protect The Wall."
Pop: "The Sea was angry that day, my friend. We don't need no mashed potatoes."
Son: "Only the dust from a falling star."
Pop: "Huffel Dust, me hopes?"*
Son: "Luck of the Irish, laddie."
Pop: "Or, all we are is Kansan dust in the wind."
Son: "All we are saying is, 'Give peace a chance.'"
Pop: "Cause out on the edge of Darkness, there rides a Peace Train. Oh, Peace Train take this country, come take me home again."
Son: "Time to take a free ride, old man Winter the Conductor screeches, 'Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.'"
Pop: "Gas, grass, or ass... nobody rides for free, unless it's your birthday, then you get 1 free ride through the Haunted House all through October."

*Huffel Dust was an imaginary dust that my Irish Great Uncle used to sprinkle on the deck of cards when playing.

Welcome Back to the Neighborhood, and...

A few weeks ago, there was a massive landing of Eagles in the Kansas City area for what was, literally, a week and a half of events. I missed most of them, but that's just my style. I didn't much hang out with my class when I was an underclassmen because I was playing varsity sports and letting the upperclass(wo)men pinch my cheeks at parties. And, when I was an upperclassman, I had my core group of cronies and didn't much expand beyond that group for activities aside from under-age drinking. Plus, when I graduated from high school, I left town and didn't return for almost 20 years.

My hindsight report:

• Some of us changed; some of us didn't.
• Some reverted to old roles; some just stayed in their mountainside holes.

... and some of us just came as someone else, showed up late and left early. I love ya, Eagles, but I need more personal connection than can be found in a room of 100 peeps. I'm not one to "be seen," I'd rather be enjoyed while I enjoy the you that you've become.

But, what I'm here to discuss is reversion or digression, whatever you'd like to call it. It was fascinating to see us re-assume our old roles in our conversations. I'm not here to say that we dusted off the clothes of the enforcer, the thief, the kind-heart and the smart but we definitely smelled of their essence. We'd talk and I'd wait for a prime moment, while everyone was listening, to chime in. The thief would talk of his conquests. The kind-heart would laugh gullibly, but sincerely. And, the enforcer would talk of his confident actions. We played our roles well, it was good to be them again to relive the past and talk of the future.

The question is, did we revert or have these roles always been there?

It felt odd to me, as if I did revert back to trying to be a little more cool than I really am. Hey, I have conquests, too. Hey, I have plans, too. But that's never been my style. Just hasn't. I think everyone just assumed that I'd done everything that I set out to do... and I have, aside from some very big goals that are so close that I can almost touch them.

It wasn't clear to me whether we revert or embody until I saw a role a few days later that I hadn't seen in all of the previous encounters of the reunion days; the role of the fool. When the fool presented himself, it was obvious that we are who we were. That's not to say that the fool is still doing the same foolish things that he did 20 years ago (well, in this case, maybe he is). However, it's not to say that the enforcer is still a physical enforcer, he's forcing the world to bend to his dreams. It's not to say the thief is still jacking cars, he's sly in his manner of business networking and getting people connected. And the kind-heart, unfortunately, the kind-heart is punishing himself for things that were never his fault.

I believe, to some degree, we've changed, but we are still who we were... and, for those who've asked, I've no desire to go back, even if I could take my smarts with me.

@zamees Opts Out of Contract w/ #KC5

KANSAS CITY, MO, August 7, 2009 -- @zamees opted out of his multi-year contract with the #KC5 on Friday in what appears to be a surprising end to a tumultuous week in camp.

@zamees' decision, announced via Twitter earlier today, immediately makes the gentleman a free agent.

"I'll be honest with you, the head coach and I couldn't agree on what I felt was going to be a successful game plan," @zamees stated. After shaking his head, he continued, "We had a long discussion after two-a-days and, at the end of it, I told him that I'd have to sleep on it and get back to him. I didn't get much sleep that night which made for a horrible practice the next day, but also really gave me time to think about my future with the team. There's just no possible way that I can see myself being successful in this environment any longer. I do wish my teammates the best."

Visibly shaken, @zamees walked away from the podium without taking any additional questions from the media.

@zamees loses the final $72 million in guaranteed salary in his record contract, which he signed earlier this year. It is unclear whether the #KC5 will attempt to re-sign @zamees if he chooses to stay in the area. The move is surprising in many circles, since his return to the team after nearly 20 years away only recently occurred.

This reporter reached @zamees agent on the phone and learned that he has no plans to actively seek another team for this coming season. In fact, he says that he's already cleaned out his locker and relocated to his personal island.

He refused to provide any underlying reasons for his decision. However, he did close with this comment, "The sooner you get to 'no,' the quicker you'll know," then said he was going to retire to the pool, alone and smiling.

The New "K"

Attended my first game at The New "K" last night. For those that aren't in the KC area or don't follow the new stadium trend. K stands for Kauffman, more specifically Ewing Kauffman, who was the long-time owner of the Royals back in the day when they were good.

A few years ago, Kansas City voted to renovate our existing stadiums instead of build new ones. Arrowhead and Kauffman were designed well from the get-go. In fact, the Royals stadium was one of the first where the seats were all angled toward the action. And Arrowhead, as you may know, has been one of the loudest stadiums in the NFL from day one. Their needs were more on the exterior than the interior: bathrooms, concourses and concessions.

So, let's evaluate it for those particular upgrades...

BATHROOMS: This is a tough one for me to evaluate because I was on the club level. However, there were bathroom attendants standing outside of the mens' and womens' areas that seemed to clean the rooms at least once during the game. My biggest concern was that they've screwed up the design by pulling out all of the troughs and inserting individual urinals. Face it dudes, when you run to the john between innings after 3 or 4 beers, you don't mind going elbow-to-elbow to avoid standing in a long line. They've screwed this up at many stadiums around the country and the "K" seems to be the latest. BATHROOM GRADE: C.

CONCOURSE: The concourses around the stadium used to be really narrow; it was like trying to make headway on the floor of a U2 concert or like trying to swim upstream in both directions. They've done a fantastic job of opening up the width of the concourses so that it's easier to get around and the lines at the concessions no longer impact movement. PLUS, you can now walk all the way around the stadium, which was never the case until this year. CONCOURSE GRADE: A.

CONCESSIONS: Big fat effing FAIL. That's all there is to it. 1). You can't even get popcorn, nachos or a pretzel on the Club Level. You have to walk up or down to another level. We showed up super early for the giveaway, so I had a couple of courses. 2). Every single effing thing I had was lukewarm and soggy. BLECHT. Fries, hot dog, pretzel and onion rings... my aunt said her cheese steak was cold, too. CONCESSIONS: F-.

I'll be back out at the park on Tuesday night and will spend some time in the outfield areas. I've seen about nineteen of the stadiums around the league and most of them have included these SRO area in the outfield that are pretty entertaining.

Aside from sh1tty concessions, I dig my new "K!"

All Aboard!

It's kinda hard to make a 7:45am 4-miler when you wake up at 7:30am. Oh well. I jumped out on my own run at 7:45 and eventually ended up running the last mile of the KC Trolley Run backwards (which is uphill, ack) until I saw my sis, then I turned and led her home on that last mile.

I'd not seen this particular run before, so it was great to see so many people out there! And, I'm super proud of my sis for becoming a runner after having always been an elliptical trainer chica.

I'm a soccer guy myself, so I have a tendency to run too fast for distance. I'm that walk/jog/run person that passes you and then you pass me back. :-) But, the energy from the crowds at the 5k and 4-mile races is too much fun to pass up. Plus, now that I'm back home in KC, I run into a bunch of friends during the races. WOOT!

See you at the next race?

Help Me Solve This Week's Misery...

I don't know where I've been this week. I've had trouble falling asleep. I can't sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time and then I'm up for a glass of water or to close the windows on an unanticipated storm. And when I wake, it's a slow-to-come clarity that is laden with eye-rubbing. The day's best intentions have been subject to distractions and, once off course, getting back on track has been impossible. I've been forgetful... like when I went to the coffee shop and forgot my power cord... like when I forget to attend a function on Monday night... like when I booked travel not realizing that it was over a holiday. Naps. Yesterday, I took TWO naps. My exercise has been on a sub-par level the past few weeks, meaning it's been tough to get through that first mile. Headaches galore.

What gives?

No. 1: The twins on tricycles have finally gotten into my condo. I accidentally left the door unlocked the other night. redruM. I'm quite sure that slipped in and hid in the books of horror books in the closet; the closet that I don't ever enter anymore because each time I go in there everything has been moved around. redruM. When the developer asked me to tour the property the other day, I found their tricycles abandoned in the empty condo next door. I think the girls stand over my resting body at night, telephathically argueing over how best to end me.

No. 2: "She's gone, Oh I. Oh, I'd better learn how to face it. She's gone, Oh I. Oh, I'd pay the devil to replace her. She's gone. What went wrong?" No no no, don't read into this... I've just had this Hall & Oates song stuck in my head. It'd keep you awake, too, ya?

No. 3: There's not enough alcohol in my blood. Detox? After two weeks in Chicago and then last week in KC (what the hell was that last week?) where it seemed every night was something, somewhere, somehow, surreal.

Oh, I just figured it out while writing this...

No. 4: This week has been punishment because @tessk refused to spin The Wheel of Destiny.

Dammit.

What do YOU think?

Vertical Dash: Suck Air Stair Killer

If you follow me on Twitter (@zamees) then you know that I've been humpin' stairs all over the Plaza to train for the Vertical Dash to seek the cure for Diabetes. I found a parking garage where I can hit the 6th floor button in the elevator and dash up 5 flights to try and catch it before the doors close... then, of course, ride it down and do it all over again.

I didn't have anywhere to actually train 34 flights at a time, which is the distance of the dash. So, I hoped that running those five flights and doing them 7-10 times in a row would provide the over-training needed to find a pace for the 34 flights of the event.

I'd never done this before, so I first thought that 34 flights in 8 minutes might be about right. The more that I trained, though, the more I started to think that 10-12 minutes might be a better goal.

The day of the event was filled with my friends talking about their goals and hearing stories from all the people that were that had done it before. The guy in front of me wanted to get it done in about 8 minutes. The guy behind me did it 8.5 last year (and his wife was the female champ). We were lined up in order of number and I had a 9:15 start, 15 minutes after last year's best would start their races.

I was off!

There was so much adrenalin that I took the stairs two at a time for the first 5 flights, then switched to quickly hitting each stair and knocking out the flights like crazy. I passed 5-6 people that were in front of me (we started in 10 seconds intervals) and then realized that I had a long, long ways to go. So, I settled into a walking pace and cruised up to the 20th floor before I started to feel it. At that point, I caught the guy that started in front of me and he was behind 3 girls. That far into the race, passing was tough and they were hittin' it a little bit slower than I wanted to do it. So, I pumped up the pace and passed them on the 24th floor and kept the pace up until I was two flights ahead.

By the 28th floor, I was spent. I rested until they were one flight closer. On the 32nd floor, I had to take another breather and 2 of those that I'd passed got back past me. Drat. I fell back into line behind them and finished out the last 6 floors, but I couldn't keep up.

I crossed the line, just happy to finish. Legs rubbery, sweating like crazy, breathing heavily, 4 of my 5 friends waiting to cheer me in, the 6th started 50 seconds behind me (and never caught me, whew). I wanted no part of stairs anywhere at all anytime soon.

When the sixth in my group made it up, she was the same way... don't ask me no questions and leave me alone while I suck air. :-) As we regained our strength we started to talk more about the experience (while coughing a bit and trying to regain equilibrium... hiking up 34 flights and then jumping in the elevator to come down plays havoc on your ears). The friend behind me asked how much time was between us and I said, "About the same as we started."

Lo and behold, we finished with exactly the same time... not in the 10-12 minute range, but 7:38! It put me in the slower third of the men, but the best of my friends, so I was happy! And, the guy that I passed that passed me back in the end? I got him by 1 second... likely when I ran the last 4 steps to the line.

WOOT!

When Companies Just Don't Get It

I'm posting this thread as an example of why I think companies fail to take advantage of opportunities that are present in this ever-quickening marketplace... by no means do I believe that there is an opportunity for ME at this company, but I approached them in a manner where I offered to discuss their business, the greening of America and the impact of the interactive web community when invited into the doors of a business.




Excerpt from my unsolicited email (2/11):
"This resume may seem off-target, but in today's world where we are becoming more aware of what we are throwing away—and how it can be reused—I believe that there will be certain industries that will birth the great companies of this century. It is with those companies that I would like to bring my skills to assist in that ascension from good to great."

I then outlined my skill set, the opportunities that may be present given the new Administration and that I'm available for any chance to converse with someone in their marketing arena. Honestly, I didn't expect an invitation, but I'm taking the shotgun approach to finding a job in KC.

It's their response that caught me as dangerously impersonal.

Their response (2/16):
"What position are you applying for? We are not allowed to take resumes without a specific position listed. Please take a look at our website www.deffenbaughinc.com for a full list. Thank you."

Deffenbaugh

Deffenbaugh? Who is Deffenbaugh? Am I to believe that some relative of the family business name (one that is actually called by their last name) is responding to unsolicited HR emails? If I called their office and asked for "Deffenbaugh," who am I likely to get on the other end of the phone?

So, I called em...
ME: "Hi, I need to speak to Deffenbaugh."
THEM: "Who?"
ME: "Deffenbaugh."
THEM: "What do you mean, Deffenbaugh?"
ME: (LMAO)
THEM: "Deffenbaugh is the company name, not a person working here."
ME: (LMAO so hard that I had to hang up).

This may be a case where the company is acting it's age... they've been around forever... they collect trash... so their dinosaur mentality may just be a function of who they are and what they do.

My response to them (2/18):
I appreciate your timely response, but I must take a moment to offer some advice. In today's world, where relationships are what develop loyalty, this response from you is far from warming.

I hope you take no offense to this... I'm a seasoned marketer with a specialization in developing community, aka relationships customers that has worked with both large and small companies around the country.

1. Your email is signed as "Deffenbaugh." Visions of templated responses and auto-regurgitation come to mind. If I called your office and asked for "Deffenbaugh," who would I get? The answer is no one.

2. In an effort to be nimble and react to opportunity, it is a wise business decision to keep good resumes on file. As Jack Welch, former CEO of GE states, companies go from good to great by being able to match talent and opportunity when one or both arise.

I wish you luck in your business.

LOL: The KC Marketing Machine

Too funny...



(Yeah, it's me). Check the KC Marketing Machine blog out.

Interview by KC Star Last Week

Did an interview and a photo shoot a few weeks ago about the new property that I'm living in here on the Plaza. It was printed in the KC Star last weekend.

“When I walked in and saw the amazing view out of the bay windows, I knew I had made the right choice,” he said. “It went from being a house to a home in one night.”

Check out the full article online, "Mill Creek Terrace: Plaza homeowner enjoys unparalleled views, urban lifestyle." [No longer online]

How You Can Impact Me...

My friend, Steve, always says that there are 3 ways that you can impact him:

1. Because you can vote.
2. Because you can drive.
3. Because you can procreate.

I totally agree. I sometimes wonder if we should have a license for more than just #2. Being uninformed is simply not acceptable. Being an oppressive imbecile is even worse.

This Saturday, 11/15, at the JC Nichols Fountain on the Plaza (1230pm), there is a rally to repeal Proposition 8, which bans gay marriage in California and was passed in the most recent election.

I'm not gay, but I have many friends that are. I don't care what your religious leaders say, I am a believer in love and civil rights. To those of you in California that voted FOR Prop8, shame on you. Shame on you even more if you are or have ever been divorced. That's just hypocritical to claim that you are "protecting marriage."

Fortunately, you can be part of the movement to give human rights back to humans.

First Thing to Change: My Hope Hangover

What an incredible night!

At the last minute, I was invited to the main Democratic Watch party at the beautifully renovated Midland Theater (thanks, TessK!). I’d never been to a watch party, especially one that was likely to produce a win for my candidate. Little did I realize that the evening would be much more than just a party for me… and for the world.

When I arrived slightly after 7pm, the crowd was still sparse. Most of the local volunteers were still out on the streets doing their thing to get Democrats into office at the local, state and national levels.

I wandered around the Midland admiring the immense chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the ornate woodcarvings on the walls. “Historic,” I thought, “this place hasn’t changed at all.” I’d been to the Midland once before when, as a child, my father brought me out to see “The Empire Strikes Back.”

As the night continued, both attendance and electoral votes were building for Obama. As CNN, the channel of choice at the party, put a state into Obama’s column, the crowd would stop their merriment and roar with delight. Pennsylvania. Indiana. OMG OHIO!

CNN reports that GOP insiders admit that the race is over, yet the crowd remains pensive. We are all waiting for the same thing, 270 electoral votes. A wave of energy—of Hope—that had been building for generations was coming to a crest.

While CNN breaks for commercials, the sound system at the Midland plays inspiring tunes such as “Change Is Gonna Come.”

“Oh, there been times that I thought I couldn’t last for long,
But now I think I’m able to carry on.
It’s been a long, a long time comin.'
But I know a change gonna come.
Oh, yes it will.”

The music takes my eyes from the projected television and prompts me to look around. White. Black. Asian. Latino. Tall. Short. Known. Unknown. Young. Old. T-shirts. Suits. Smiles. All smiles. Everyone sitting up straight or standing tall. Everyone smiling.

I was micro-blogging the event, so I tried to stay on the outside of the experience and looking in. I took a break for an Obama-dog and an ObaMerlot. In a corner of the lobby, I saw the head honcho for the Obama movement in KC pacing back and forth on her phone. Missouri wasn’t going to easily go blue, it was going to kick and scream. I could see the tension on her face; she wanted to win the battle and the war.

The wave crested around 10pm. It still gives me goosebumps to recollect the experience. The crowd counted down, 5-4-3-2-1 and CNN posted that Obama had won the election. This wave, made up of millions of hopeful Americans, flooded the Midland Theater and we all splashed about in it for countless minutes. I was no longer on the outside looking in. I was smiling, too. I was clapping, too. I was high-fiving, too. I was singing, too. The elation changed into dancing and singing. An old theater was colored with Hope. An old theater was remade into a kaleidoscope of Hope.

“YES WE CAN!”
“YES WE CAN!”

And then, I promptly got off of the wave. The very first speaker to stand at the podium kept repeating, “WE WERE RIGHT! THEY WERE WRONG!” in reference to health care, to taxation and to all the issues that were a major part of this election. “WE WERE RIGHT! THEY WERE WRONG!”

That’s not Change. That’s not Hope. That’s the same shit, different day.

Those that spoke to us were unknowingly confused. They spoke of unity, yet boasted of victory over their enemies. They spoke of Democratic success in the state that would give them license to lord over their enemies.

That’s not Change. That’s not Hope. That’s the same shit, different day.

I began to wonder if the evil Empire was the Democratic Party. Much like the Red Sox have become the hated Yankees, would the Democratic Party take the crown of hatred from the Republicans?

Congressman Cleaver took the stage. He spoke of how “YES WE CAN!” had changed to “YES WE DID!” His words brought me back to Hope. He said it was okay to strut a little bit tonight, a little bit more tomorrow and to put a skip in your step on January 20th, but that we must remember that “YES WE CAN!” is only the beginning. We have to come up with a new slogan and continue riding the wave of Hope and Unity.

McCain concedes. The watch party boos his recognition of Palin’s hard work. And just like that, division returned.

But then our Leader-elect entered the room with a calm, omniscient, kingly presence. His face filled up the screen and his spirit the entire theater. As he walked to the stage in Chicago, one of his volunteers was singing the National Anthem to us in Kansas City. Hope.

All I can recount from the emotion of Obama’s speech was what I Twittered to the world:

“Obama captured this crowd, this country, this world. We barely blink. Eyes and ears open. We're ready. Lead.”

It will be a few days before I fully realize the unprecedented nature of the experience that I had at the Midland Theater. The world is a different place this morning. I've realized that the Empire is truly the American people, the Empire is good and last night we executed the first step of a long-term plan to renew our country.

My ears are still ringing from the roar of the party last night. I’m Hoping that, at least, will Change.

Pizza Hut "Area Coach" Responds

Well, I'll be... Pizza Hut responds 149 hours and 33 minutes after I'd initially ordered the pizza pie to be delivered. I got this email from someone called the Area Coach Designate:

I am following up on the e-mail you sent about your experience with Pizza Hut in Kansas City, MO. I apologize for the inconvenience that you received, and I would like to talk with you about this matter. Please call me, at your convenience, at 816-xxx-xxxx.

Thank you for sharing your experience with me, and I look forward to hearing from you soon.

What the heck is an Area Coach Designate? Is that kinda like Chief Yahoo!? I guess I'll find out when I make the call... he should love the story that I've got to tell. Maybe I should just point him to my blog entry, it'd be easier.

UPDATE 11/04/08: Pizza Hut Coach apologizes and offers to give me $20 credit on next order.

Triple B Raps About His Digs

I know you love the Triple-B (bigBADbob) when he drops some phat lyrics about his night (last night) on the PLAZABUZZ. Check it, yo, by clickity-clicking here.

The BAM in Obama

I'm sorry to have to write this, but channeling your revolutionary tendencies circa late 1700's for the coming election is really childish don't ya think?

KMBC News reports:

Police are investigating after two bricks were thrown through the windows at Barack Obama's Kansas City campaign headquarters early Tuesday morning. Investigators said they found two bricks with messages on them. One brick had "False Hope" written on it and second had "Means Social War" written on it.

Is our country in such political upheaval that you have to resort to violence? The answer is no, you idiots.

Me thinks I'd attach a note to each brick and throw them back out of the window. On the back of "False Hope" I'd write "For falsetto, drop on balls." And on "Means Social War" I'd write "Pen Trumps Sword." While they stood there scratching their heads trying to figure out what I'd written I'd have my uncle wrap them up completely in duct tape from head to toe and wait for the authorities to arrive (he once did this to a purse snatcher... totally awesome).

Even cavemen have already evolved. Don't you idiots watch TV?

New Posts on PlazaBUZZ...

For those in KC (and others that enjoy my wit), there are 4 new posts on the PlazaBUZZ:

• Crime stats on the Plaza and whether Larry Johnson impacted them.
• New movie being shot on the Plaza.
• How KC kicks the crap out of CT.
• Was LJ charged yesterday... for his $750 bottle of champagne?

Read all about 'em by clicking here!

I Ain't Missin' You at All

I miss quite a few of my friends in Cali. Some of the best people to ever be in my life still reside in California. My trade off, of course, is that I'm here in the mid-west and much closer to family. So, when I say what I'm about to say, please know that I miss you all!

There are a few people that I feel too far away from now that I've moved to Missouri.

The first is a long-time friend who continues to stay in touch. In fact, we reciprocate regularly. I miss her smiling face. Although we chat a lot, even when I lived there I didn't see her often. But when we did spend time together we always had a wonderful wine-filled evening. She's raising a little one now and I miss the opportunity to see her body language when she tells me stories about her daughter. Thanks for the house-warming/bday cookies and chocolates, hun!

The other is also a long-time friend. Her and I have known each other and shared many experiences together since college. I worry about her because she has a tendency to get lost once in awhile. Lost in life, that is. The last time we saw each other she initiated an unexpected kiss. I've always wondered if there was more between us and I've said to her that I would like to pursue something deeper between us. But it just never seems to happen. She's out on the market again and I've told her that I'll turn the lighthouse on for her in case she finds herself adrift at sea.

Finally, I miss my T and my HB! Smooch!