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So last Friday I gave a lecture at The Old School. (I stayed at the “Mentor House” with Ralph, if you can imagine.) It’s so weird to be back there… to walk down The Path… I always feel like a fucking ghost, haunting the place.

Anyway, someone there always asks about you (this time it was Kenneth) and I have nothing to offer but google-scraps. I can’t believe that in the space between then and now, there aren’t some stories to tell, or… something. I’d love to catch up.

For whatever it’s worth, I still think about you, and I hope the Universe is treating you well.

dave