Just yesterday, in an exchange of messages on FB with Bill Ward, I recounted a sunny summer afternoon in Albuquerque when Bob, Dianne, Jane and I (seriously baked on weed) arrived at the home of a rather disagreeable right wing dude (can't recall his name now). A very memorable trip, that one.
Bill has been fighting cancer for some years and his situation has recently become more negative. Those of you who'll remember him will know Bill as really quite a fine fellow who began his A2K life with many right wing ideas but who was both smart enough and principled enough to re-evaluate held notions. He and I never had the opportunity to meet in person to the regret of both of us. Any of you who knew him could easily find him on FB and say hello.
I certainly remember our get-together with Bob and Diane in New York. You, Jane, Jonathan were there...I think someone else, but cannot remember. Talk about "seriously baked!" I ended up in the Emergency Room trying to figure out where the hell I was. My face looked like I had gone a round or two with Mike Tyson, but it was just you beating the **** out of me.
Dys was great that night. We had a ball. I think.