  That cursed body of water known by the fiendful name of Shasta has taken my friend, Sir Lambsticks. In heroic effort, I shall travel afar, with all my might, that we may be reunited. It’s been a depressing past two nights. “I’m going home and am going to be alone” I’d say, “No one will be there, tonight.” No nightly debriefing, sitting by the computer talking of “life and love and why”. Just wait, Sir Lambsticks, I am coming! Oh, fortune has paid well tonight, we have a stand in. Or wait, come to think of it, is Josh the stand in? After each morning of social happenings online, I would go work (teaching English) and then come home and sit in the kitchen, while my mom made dinner.
We talked of many things: girls, friends, music, Christianity, her teenage years... This summer Josh has been a faithful stand-in. I suppose we’ll see who is brought next... Although, it may be noted Josh is an excellent observer...my mom is an excellent accuser. “I can tell [this or that] in the way you write,” she said. Durn, what made my mother so intuitive? 
