Totality;

If all roads lead to somewhere, one sequence of wrong turns led me to the Russian gal. She was a holler from a sore throat, and a hoarse one at that.  She was as American as you could get, despite being from Saint Petersburg or something, and spilling features like a Faberge egg.  Loved beer,&hel...

There’s a cast of characters I dearly miss.  They’ve split: left the region, settled down, died.  Most will be missed.  Some, not really, but I either tolerated them in their totality or enjoyed the chaos, weed, or booze that they brought with them. The programmer, not sure if I miss him or not. ...