“Give Taya her fondest wish.”
You know, I read Carlos Hathcock’s memoir. And I don’t recall him specifying how big the white feather was. Maybe it was a big, bleached, peacock feather.
Either way, I’m thinking of you. And leaving this state. The last time I spoke with the AG’s office, they sent me a their paperwork. Like, all of it.
“You do our job! His! Mine.”
It’s still good to be alive. It beats the other thing. Beats it by a mile. The best to you, and yours.Here’s another, for good measure.