Back in Town

I just got some of the best personal news possible... my good friends Hip J. and The Doll return home next month. Not just a visit, they are moving home to Minneapolis.

He's been gone for almost three years, I think. It's been odd just talking to him on the phone. We're good friends, but we rarely talked over the phone... it just didn't seem right. Plus, we're probably two of a kind when it comes to expressing too much. He and I have had many real conversations, but having to rely on phone conversations just didn't do it. We didn't want to talk all the time and we're both a little busy.

We're both part of a group of friends who we might as well call D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers... in fact, our D'Artagnan named us. He's in his early 70s and he claims he's the aged youth in our midst. The truth is he could kick all three of our asses from here into next week. I can't wait to get the four of us together for poker, drinks at the Monte Carlo, an evening dinner, an old film, or just talking into the evening at D'Artagnan's house.

All in all, this has been a good year!