My friend Ben Collins called me a few days ago. He said they moved to a spot in Madison. This is good news as he is closer to me than he used to be. I try those I love. I pull and try to get more traction, inviting them over when I can. (I need to go see them more often.) I do what I can, but I am still basically a hermit.
Another friend, Stephen Locke, just returned from a trip out west a few days ago. He said he had a wonderful time. He drove all the way from Athens, Alabama (our hometown) to California, so he can now say he crossed a continent the hard way.
I think often about an acquaintance who must remain nameless, who committed suicide about three years ago. He was a good poet, and he helped me in one of my darkest hours (mania, not depression--I never get depressed anymore, just strung out on anxiety). Anyway, I never met him in person, but we did exchange emails. I remember once I told him I thought I was similar to a Neanderthal because (I thought) I have a large lower jaw. Pssssst... He heckled the hell out of me in his next email. I guess I deserved it for laying the bullshit on him. A few years later Geico came out with those annoying commercials about "the Geico caveman." God, it's amazing how many people would probably not know what a Neanderthal is. They had to call it a caveman in the commercials.
Happiness comes to us when we least expect it--unlike joy, which is earned or given as a boon. Thus, the "hap" in "happiness" is the same root for "happenstance." Most people don't know the difference.