If I had one dream left, I'd fly out to Ithaca, NY with just my cell phone and laptop and one bag. That's it. It's like going back in time. And then the BIG D would be over. It's nice there, the weather during the summer.

No one would be there waiting at the airport. Here. Or there. To stop me. Or wish me on my way.

What is, after all, an anon goodbye?