Well, Johnny didn't show up at noon today at the Lost Dog Cafe. The last time I laid eyes on the lad was about four years ago, I think. The last time I heard his voice was about three years ago, I guess. I last received any communication from him in the summer of 2006, when he sent me a short letter asking me to provide for his full college tuition and fees for all four years, which I did. He was 18 then. He'll be 21 next month. Weird how he uses me like an ATM yet treats me like a rabid dog. His principles, if he has any, must be very conflicted.
I'll be there at noon on your Birthday, John. Hope to see you then!
In the meantime, Merry Christmas everybody! Here's a picture of my work noontime running group standing in front of the National Christmas Tree on the Ellipse earlier this month. (B, yours truly, M.)