A handshake to and from my best man-I have to leave here for my own sake.

Minutes ago I gave a handshake to my best man. He wasn't present at the wedding, which was city hall, its a little socialist. Let it suffice his name is Bobby and I've known him for more than eleven years. I said, "Always a handshake."

My Facebook is down, it could have been closed at the personal request of the Dean of UCLA; I have know way of knowing. On it was a way to post to Rod McKuen, the local art gallery and Swedish Periodicals. It's potential for conveying information to Great Britain I have no idea. It's closed.

A young lady was skipping, literally skipping down the street, full pace. Running into my arms would have blown my mind under the circumstances, those being I just shaved after nearly a week. I didn't want to leave the room after missing the date I'm just barely ok looking enough for Friday noontime. I really "didn't want to look".

Scott Lord