A Few KIKs and Some Coffee

Lockhill-Selma near Carolwood, San Antonio TX

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That title sounds like the bad ripoff of a great O. Henry story. Weirdly appropriate, sans sex and cancer. So it's suddenly important to know if you are alive and well. Was that you going NW on Lockhill-Selma? I was going SE, waiting to turn left onto Carolwood. Late February, late afternoon. It was your type of vehicle, a '21 or '22 model, and seemed to be your familiar, handsome silhouette at the wheel. To be fair, it might have been a freakishly similar doppelganger or a COVID brain hallucination, but my visceral reaction said it was you. I wouldn't have caught your attention at all: 1) was in my white SUV vs The Dog Mobile, and 2) have a significantly different appearance these days. See COVID reference above. It wasn't until I thought I saw you that it became important to know you're ok; I was excited and happy to think you were. You hadn't been active in my consciousness; but now you are again, and on my mind in a big, bubbling way. I sincerely hope you let me know. No expectations beyond that, and certainly no other interaction from me unless you seek it. Aaand since this is CL, (and why should anything change in the intervening 4-5 years?) please let me know what was your least favorite country to visit as of 2017 or where you said you would like to retire, or if you prefer to skip the relay, I still have the same address: first name dot last name 2 at gee mail. XO