...as, despite my best efforts to avoid the cookout/party, my sweet neighbor Sheryl -- who took care of Hobbes every time I had to leave town and became his second-best friend -- called and demanded that I come down and partake of beverages and BBQ.
Ernie did the BBQ, his wife did the macaroni & cheese, his sister did the potato salad, and the tequila and beer came from various places around the building.
At one point, I was asked why I remain alone when I am obviously reasonably fun to be around, and generally a reasonably nice guy.
How do you answer that? I could not tell these good people my heart is many, many miles away, in a place where it is neither acknowledged nor cared about.
But it is so.
Still, the companionship was nice and the food was great.
Sadly, that's not enough.
If it was, I might have paid less attention to the beer and tequila.
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