I'm back in the states, but at a friends' house in northeast PA. I survived the 15 hour flight, made it through customs, got a train ride home, helped some French girls find their way. Most importantly, I saw old friends.

Now, my compass points westward ("Stabbing Westward") to the Clarion reunion. Nervous, but excited about seeing some old friends. It can be so tough going back to a place that I loved so much and seeing people that I so thoroughly enjoyed. We will want it to be like when we first met, and I hope it will be.

I'm Disappointed that some of my old classmates won't be going, but I understand the limitations that money, time, and mixed emotions impose.

De plus importance, I'll be driving again. My Nissan is ready to go and, with the exception of a growing windshiled crack (got that last year in Canada), my chariot is ready to go.

I'VE GOT BUBBLEGUM!