This is a very long and meaty post. My thoughts about it and reactions to it are complex and even more difficult than usual to render into words. Although I was 18 in 1968, I wasn't really doing any of those things. As we've discussed before, I grew up in a particularly unenlightened place and it took a great deal too long to break free of that. I wanted to be though. I don't know if there was anything there more than hope. Hmm. If that's true it may explain why I had a somewhat negative reaction to the last few paragraphs and the notion that there was something there. Hope and I have a very uneasy relationship and I prefer not to have her in the house.

No, this isn't working, I just can't put it down in words on a screen. I need to wave my hands and interact more immediately. I'm arriving around 1:30pm on the Thursday before Minicon. Are you working or at the hotel that day? Perhaps we could have a late lunch, or failing that, dinner.

MKK