January 15, 2025

ASC back last night. My voice was gone half way through. Sat beside a new guy named C, slim, elegant, British/Italian, teaching history remotely at DePauw. He lives in Marshall, but his house stood above the water. We lamented together the fall of UNCA, but then it was revealed that A is his aunt, and that his house stands on their mountain beside hers. I refrained from observing that his aunt is the person who started my university irreversibly on its decline. Small world.

Sweetboi came back, and took his tribute yesterday. Maybe he doesn’t migrate at all, but makes his rounds among his benefactors. 

Occurred to me last night that I didn’t say goodbye to either of my parents. That must mean something even now.