Yes. I was promised the money for my apartment in Champaign, Illinois.
The cash never entered my physical inventory. It was placed in a fund
of some sort that cannot be toughed by creditors even in bankruptcy. I
may never see that money until I am a ripe old age.
This is a good name. It has erstwhile apropos. It fits a miracle. It
fits an arc. It fits an atrocity. I do not really like it that much,
yet hopefully I can come to live loving it.
How about you, are you where you are, o/o?
Because I care about you because you care about me even if you do not
know it in this life.
--
Ray