New Orleans. I hope he's happy and safe. I could get myself pretty glum about this if I chose to, but I'm going to stay strong and throw long. That's an expression I made up when I threw javelin in college. I told the Thirdlanders that my son moved away and that I felt sad about it. They were quiet for a bit and then a Thirdlander said, "At least you still have us."
They're right of course. I still have the Thirdlanders.