Fred turned 40.

Wow. My first friend—within the somewhat inner circle—to reach this plateau.

And it turns out it was back in August. Thanks for the notice, you fucker.

We wish him nothing but the beast, and strong bone health, and mental sharpness, and miles and miles of streets to walk, among other wishes.

He’s a brother, and, blood runs thicker than water, so, there you go.

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Arlie is shopping for Filson up in Seattle today. The original. The kind of all-weather gear that a man can properly die in, when the time comes.

For the record, we will die in the wilderness. And that’s that.

I’ll be visiting with Arlie this next weekend, and a couple Juno shows. Not to be missed. Seattle stuff. Really.

I love those Juno albums.

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Gary horses?