Many thanks to Vince for getting in touch and spending an evening with me.
We honed our DJing skills, went down an awfully crooked street, crossed a big bridge, and ate stuff that used to swim.
Vince, this night was way too short. I wait patiently until we meet again on the Scenic Railway.
We discovered that what binds us together as a group indeed runs deep. I post these with tears of joy.
I've been here for many years and it has not seemed this real to me, I don't think, ever.
Dreamland is a real place, and you are my friends, and I love you all very much.
The Golden Gate Bridge.
Our chariot. Buddy, das Wundercar.
To prove it happened.