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Things Revealed Friday, Aug. 01, 2008 - 12:53 a.m. Happy first day of August. Yeah, I don't believe it either. --- Yesterday afternoon, I got a telephone call from Dan Weissman, the old friend who's supposed to go to the Yuba-Sutter fair with me on Saturday. He cancelled. The truck he prefers to drive has broken down fatally for the first time in its entire over-a-quarter-century of existence, and there are currently no available parts for the particular repair, either aftermarket or from the junkyard. Remember when Volkswagen made diesel pickups? Yeah. He's got one of those. And the reason he's got one of those is because he's got it tuned so that it gets around forty miles to the gallon. Anyway, so, yeah. Cancelled. The first thing I did upon hearing the news was call John. And even though he'd assured me front back and sideways that he was perfectly happy and capable of making the two and a half hour drive? He couldn't help emitting a theatrical sigh. Yeah. Well. So he *was* worried. After I finished talking to John, I cancelled the room reservation. Then I sat here and I cried a little bit, which came as a total surprise, because I guess I didn't realize how bad I wanted to see Dan and go to the fair with him. Just one of those dumb things, I guess. Dan apologized all over the place, which was lovely, but the disappointment kind of lingered a little longer and more heavily than I'd been prepared to deal with. And John offered to have us go up there anyway, and he'd slow down and fling me out so I could go -- but somehow to me, that seems expensive, just for two days and a night, and for the sake of one person. Gas prices and the room, and the pain his hips cause him when he drives too long, et cetera. I just couldn't take him up on it. But don't worry -- I think I'll be able to bear the brunt of missing yet another Corn Throw! However, as a consolation event John and I are probably going to go to the benefit for Bob Wilkins on Sunday afternoon. --- That's it. Have a good Friday. I'll post a Friday Five when I find one I wanna fill out. And for those who observe it, have a happy Lughnasadh. ---
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