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I am in Ohio, with k and Joe and Jacob and his family, to mourn the passing of Jacob’s dad. I had never met his family before, and, with the exception of one particularly awkward conversation with someone’s mother about how I will be responsible for the bankruptcy and/or death of her only son because I do not mandate that part of my employees’ hard-earned compensation be spent on a corrupt and out-of-control health care system against their wishes, I was shown all hospitality during a time in which I’m virtually certain that their most fervent desire was for all of these wonderfully well-intentioned fucks to get out of their house and leave them alone. At least that’s what I would be thinking. They really are nice people. To their credit, and to be totally clear for the record, they didn’t refer to me as a “well-intentioned fuck” even once that I am aware.

Jacob’s uncle George, if I must single out one person, is awesome. I regret that I will probably never have an occasion to meet him again.

Then we went out and had some beers and played some pool. Here is a picture that Joe took. Sometimes I call him Joey.