It ain't easy to keep track of all the folks that are near and dear to me. Keeping in touch requires energy, attention, time.. I was (and still am) terrible at writing letters and postcards. When I was a kid, I never knew what to say on that mandatory postcard one was supposed to send to parents from a summer camp or a school trip. The food is good, love, your son. Bullshit. I spent much of this Sunday afternoon communicating. Talking on the phone to my father, talking to my better half, IM-ing friends in Rochester, calling my younger bro.. still, there remains a long list of people I wish I'd find time to talk or write to.. the high school buddy who went to Sweden to get a physics PhD such a long time ago.. folks in Ithaca, folks in Slovakia.
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