Re-cooperating from an intense night involving an outing at Iguana (shithole) with lots of Popov vodka with Matt Stangle and company. I might go out tonight to some Fishing Creek shenanigan. I just realized that I have to catch an 8 am flight on Sunday. I'm not really too thrilled I'll have to wake up at the crack of dawn, but whatever. As long as I can keep my eyes open to get through security ...

The storm:

... below. After looking at the pictures of Findlay mentioned above, I thought to call an old librarian friend I met in Findlay in 1978 to tell him about the flooding. He might not have heard… Steve Stangle was a very sweet guy, but he was horribly repressed and a terrible chamaeleon as to what he was into in a big way. When I first met him, he was the compleat stereotypical Jewish neurotic ...