Gerard, over at American Digest, is still on retreat, so no point in going over there.

Unless you want to read some of his great, past stuff.

That's what I have been doing in his absence, one-a-day, just like my vitamins.

And I do not believe the rumors that The Captain has taken out the papers to become a Canadian citizen.

Under an assumed name.

Update:

Wrong again, at least as of now; Gerard is back.

If you have ever driven the Pacific Coast Highway, up to Big Sur and beyond, you will know what he means:

I've been up along the Pacific Coast Highway One to Big Sur where so many of the deeper and more lasting moments of my life either began or came to fruition as if I always had to have part of them happen there to be real and be verified as important. My life has risen and fallen and risen again from those coastal cliffs and the road that winds so tenuously along the edge of them. The grand abiding indifference of those mist-shrouded cliffs to both the road and lives that scuttle slowly along it never ceases to remind me of what small brief sparks we are.

I have, and although his retreat took him to this side of the continent, and then off to the Bahamas, I would have gladly stopped at Ventana, where, with TLOML, I have more than once recharged my batteries.

Welcome back, American Digest.

Write on!

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