I believe it has been a bit over month now since this flashback series commenced. Even with all my therapy, it is still difficult for me to know when a flashback series has begun. Not quite 3 weeks since the tensions from the flashback series fed into the MIL/DIL blowout and the loss of my grandson. For those of you who do not know the background, don't worry about it. That one is a well defined measure. Just another episode of the afternoon domestic drama talk shows. You know, the ones who employ stage bouncers. . . Perhaps the most tragic part of my story is its common occurrence within the U.S. divorce culture. A painful cliche. . .

For those of you who have supported me through it, thank you. It still hurts, but the continual cleansing might have headed off infection. Maybe. Still an awful lot of oozing wounds. . . It is possible to grow gangrene in a paper cut.

What a group we have here! For all my decades of Data Communications (1973) and its subsequent evolutions, this is the first real hope I have found for the notion of on-line peer support. Thank you for being you in my life.

I am off to Golconda today. The Ohio River side of the river confluence. Still have my base camp in Sikeston, MO.