Epilog

Time in the Word with those we share a holy bond is wonderful.  The Fellowship of the Wheel rolled into Paradise at ~12:30 pm on Sunday.  Joy, joy, joy in seeing our loved ones. As Jason when we left El Paso, the re-entry can be a bit tough as we strive to catch up on work and our families. That was mitigated by seeing and sharing the pure joy Rod experienced with holding his first grandchild.

Our favorite flying barrister, beaming while cradling a precious bit of future.

Even with this news, it was in all our minds.  We had returned a man*-down. 

So please imagine our excitement when Rod sent this.  I know your thoughts, this can't be Mr. Gumby.  I looked at all the photos from the trip.  This guy matches perfectly.  I mean-perfectly.  But you are wondering something, right?  What happened.  Well, that is where this gets a bit strange, Rod and family have tried to get the bottom of what happened at the Cheesecake Factory on the tragic evening.  Seems Mr. Gumby has no recollection.  Total amnesia of that day.   Really he has no memory or knowledge of anything.  Very strange.

*Any reference to gender-specific language should be construed to only include thoughts or understandings that may be validated by a factual worldview.  Any worldviews related to amendment 9, "standpoint epistemology", EST Therapy, anthropomorphic projections onto action-figures or anything containing the prefix "post" are expressly refuted.