The worse thing about visiting is the inevitable, sometimes painful moment when you have to say goodbye. I’ve never been good at farewells - even with those I love I stammer, avoid any semblence of eye contact, and run off at the first opportunity. So much for the stalwart macho grunt, shaking-of-hands, and stagger off into the distance…
Hugs, though. I love hugs. Call me mushy.
The Toronto trip was great. I’ve some journal-type scribblings I’ll post when the mood strikes (and the ego inflamed). Those of you who sheltered, fed, entertained, and made merry with me, know that you are loved (especially those who sheltered and fed).
“Come, let’s have one other gaudy night. Call to me. All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let’s mock the midnight bell.”
