4 Days in Spokane
One week ago today, at 4am on a Thursday morning, Joseph Pinter and I got into a 20 foot U-Haul truck hauling a car trailer and started a 2,000 mile trip. Neither one of us slept well; it was one of those kind of mornings that was both exciting and melancholy, with overtones of finality—I was leaving Kansas City. A touch of hangover didn't help things, but a surprise send-off at Bistro 303 made the goodbyes easier. The final night at the old house was sort of sad, but we were ready to leave. Everything packed with the help of friends as we remembered things. Laugher. Sadness. Happiness. Burnt Easter bunnies and cheap wigs. Things that matter. I had a wonderful times a couple of weeks leading up to this moment having lunch and dinner with people I love, starting the transition between a close-proximity friendship to a long-distance one. Saying goodbye is hard. We started the trip with an hour and a half detour because I didn't do the GPS correctly. A 12-hour d