Just change the names and you’ve got the news for the next year.

Probably a sweetened popcorn version. Kettle corn maybe.

This reflects my calls very closely. The interns don’t seem to answer anymore and my messages probably sound like different stages of grief/loss. And it is. I weep for us.

When I was a yout, they had trucks with a huge tank and a sprayer on the back. The truck would drive all the country roads spraying the dirt with waste oils. This was done to keep the dust down. Smelled terrible. Miles and miles of dirt roads that ran all around by rivers and lakes.

It is crazy to think about that now.