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Today we celebrated the union of Lindsay and Joe. The ceremony was held in a wooded glen above the Nooksak river and at the foot of the North Cascades. It was a beautiful day and the services rendered were equally eloquent. A long time friend was ordained for the occasion, and the message he shared for the ceremony was wonderfully fitting. It really matched Joe & Lindsay’s fantastic friendship, love, sense of adventure and devotion. We wish you the best, especially with that nettles rash.

There was a bit of confusion. He wasn’t actually a friend of anyone, which I learned after about 20 minutes of cryptic drunk talk. I had asked if he was a friend of anyone’s, and yes, he was Andrew’s. Well, we were pointing at different people. The guy in question was someone completely unknown by my friends. Regardless, I spent nearly 2 hours with the man, learning his psychosis, life, and halitosis.

This fellow seemed a friend, especially with a Lucky Lab shirt. We spoke for some time and despite his being on the third day of a major bender, he assured me that I was a friend. In all honesty, his pictures of Skagway, Jeanau and Craig Alaska were amazing, and it was fun to speak with someone so passionate about the inside passage.

Regardless, I noticed glances of condolence and sorrow from across the room. People identified this fellow as a Alaskan State Ferry reject. I enjoyed his stories, less of his breath, and was somewhat surprised that after identifying himself as a friend he would empty my pitcher of Boundary Bay IPA and leave. Such is life.

After catching Tightwad Tuesday at the Hedge House, Michelle and I spent some time relaxing in the yard, then turned on the tube. VH1 had a show with Journey’s Randy Jackson encouraging discussion from John Maher and Paul Simon. Not being a John Maher fan, I was skeptical, but Paul is one of hte greatest songwriters ever, so we watched.

I was impressed by John for the first time, but I was pulled back to the summer of 1999 when Michelle insisted that I go with her to see Paul Simon in concert. It was a perfect day with a perfect sunset in the 4th row. Paul hadn’t toured in a while, and standing atop the Gorge with ravens flying overhead and a natural amphitheater of happy people, he was elated. The show was amazing. Paul infected people with his elation. Its too bad that Bob Dylan had to kill it. Sure Bob’s great, but that was a while ago. His live show suffered, so we left a bit early.

My sister used to get the magazine 3-2-1 Contact growing up. I often read it on the can. One day I read that hair can grow up to 80 MPH in spurts. A few days later, my friend Andrew brought up this otherwise obscure fact on the playground, probably while not getting picked for a basketball team (you see, he often took the ball and ran off). I was surprised that we read the same magazine, but it turned out to be true of many things. We read a lot on the can.

Anyway, this fact came up again when Michelle was pointing out how much my scruff had grown, and was amazed how quickly hair grows. I recalled the fact, which she called into question. I pointed out that someone else knew this to be true. So he’d better leave a comment.

Michelle typed this in while I was taking a sip of beer: “3 shout outs to ny wife”. I think she meant “my” wife, but its difficult to type from across the couch, so I figured I’d clarify then post.

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