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The morning unfolds unexpectedly... I found the web site of a local electronica musician yesterday and really dug his work. He had a few samples available for download, so I burned a road disc and was geared for my morning commute to take a one day vacation from NPR (which I fucking love) and explore this Clear Lake talent's creative offerings. While I was burning, I remembered a promised CD to Ben that I needed to burn, so it was next in the queue when *ring ring* brought me a voice from the past. Life works mysterious and often quite ironic ways. A few days ago I was thinking of my old friend John and how I missed him. I was scrounging around the house looking for his father's mailing address... the one I'd written so many years ago as a backdoor to always reach John if we were to be separated by time and distance as military folk often are through occupational commitments. I was all set to write a letter to John's dad outlining what a terrible son he had for falling off the face of the Earth just like me when I found something peculiar in the comment archives of this site. I found John. He had somehow found this blog and left a note that I never found. I emailed immediately and was surprised by his call this morning. Outstanding. So... long story short, NPR was happily replaced with John this morning and not the talent from Clear Lake (who'll have to wait until the drive home). John's an spec warfare officer now. When he's not blowing shit up, he's home with Nicole and their new baby girl. Congratulations to both of them! I've missed my little grasshoppa ever since he took the pebble from my hand.