After over a decade of planning, Andreas and I finally worked out the details with some friends and carved out a hang at the first annual Mammoth Film Festival a couple weeks ago. His brainchild. Looks like it’ll be a yearly tradition. Weekend before Thanksgiving, just before the Mammoth rush. A perfect time of year. Mark your calendar.

Funny world we live in these days. I consider Andreas one of my best bros, and yet I never would’ve recognized his voice on the phone. Our communication has been 100% electronic until now.

“So is her name Betty, or Betsy?”

“I think it’s Betsy. You know, short for Elizabeth.”

“Elizabeth? I’ve never met a Betsy that was short for Elizabeth.”

“All Betsys and Bettys are Elizabeths. Same with Beths. And Lizas. And, indirectly, perhaps even Lisas.” =continued=

Have you ever been stopped at a red light and you look over to the guy in the truck next to you who’s laughing hysterically to himself? And you wonder what in the world could be so funny as to cause him to laugh so hard with no visible influence?

That was me.

If I was a bird,
I wonder what I’d wish for
If I was human.