(If you have not read my prior post, Slipping the Ballroom, you may want to read that one first. This one may not make as much sense otherwise.)
The day after I posted my last entry about my friend having terminal cancer, I booked tickets to go see him. I leave next Thursday. The two of us will hit the road for four or five days and then I’ll catch a red…
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