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I'm back from my trip, safe and sound. Will write up more later.
Immediate thoughts: Don't be a hoarder. No matter your choice of hoard, it's all a problem for someone else. Flashlights are good. 100 are not. Dirty, oily rags go in the trash, not 5 gallon buckets. Also, send your change to the bank. Don't put it in 5 gallon buckets.
Drove home. If you don't know Ohio is a 24 hour trip from Texas. The first day got to Nashville. Drove all the way home the 2nd day. Drove past JR's old stomping grounds and cried for hours. I haven't cried over him in years. Wanted to stop and try to find his grave - glad I didn't. Turns out he was cremated. So no flowers on his grave. Just kept driving and crying. Twenty years too late.
Did tool around Bullit county a bit. Really rural, rough roads. Earthy. Somerset is pretty rural. Didn't stop into his old town, felt it would have been a bit creepy. He had a wife at some point and kids (he has grandkids now!) that don't know of me. Stalkerish, which is the problem with internet friends. We only met once, but what a great time it was. Mixer has photos somewhere, lost on a floppy drive somewhere.
Still miss him. FWB, three night stand, internet romance, whatever it was. I was more attached than he was, but we did keep in touch right until he got sick and passed away.
Both from '97, which tells you how long we knew each other. He was one of a kind. Not overly educated but sharp as a tack and funny as hell. Hung like a horse too, but that's another story.
Immediate thoughts: Don't be a hoarder. No matter your choice of hoard, it's all a problem for someone else. Flashlights are good. 100 are not. Dirty, oily rags go in the trash, not 5 gallon buckets. Also, send your change to the bank. Don't put it in 5 gallon buckets.
Drove home. If you don't know Ohio is a 24 hour trip from Texas. The first day got to Nashville. Drove all the way home the 2nd day. Drove past JR's old stomping grounds and cried for hours. I haven't cried over him in years. Wanted to stop and try to find his grave - glad I didn't. Turns out he was cremated. So no flowers on his grave. Just kept driving and crying. Twenty years too late.
Did tool around Bullit county a bit. Really rural, rough roads. Earthy. Somerset is pretty rural. Didn't stop into his old town, felt it would have been a bit creepy. He had a wife at some point and kids (he has grandkids now!) that don't know of me. Stalkerish, which is the problem with internet friends. We only met once, but what a great time it was. Mixer has photos somewhere, lost on a floppy drive somewhere.
Still miss him. FWB, three night stand, internet romance, whatever it was. I was more attached than he was, but we did keep in touch right until he got sick and passed away.
Both from '97, which tells you how long we knew each other. He was one of a kind. Not overly educated but sharp as a tack and funny as hell. Hung like a horse too, but that's another story.
