Home.

I'm home again. Delivered the notice. The guy owns the world and we are just using it. He is apparently a habitual liar. He is lying. He knows it, I know it, and I think that he knows that I know. He swears up and down that we are going to get the money. The odds of that happening are approximately the same odds that the Pope decides that he has had enough of this Christianity thing and decides to move to Tuscaloosa, Alabama and live in sin with a 450 pound Filipino woman named Henryetta and her pet Llama named Buford (about 1 in 5).

Anyway... Enough of the house. It's time to move on. I know you will welcome the change of pace.

Camp is almost upon us. I have decided to run an informal poll at camp. I will give a code phrase every day at camp (assuming I remember to do it). It will be something like "The wind whistles at midnight". If you get a chance to, please come up to me and repeat the phrase. This will confuse people and will be fun.

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