He can even provide his own maypole.
The last couple of days my mother’s been in town. Protests have broken out. We check in with various friends in Baltimore. We’re told that the media is misrepresenting events and the the police were the actual instigators, something that actually surfaces a modicum, but goes largely ignored. People bemoan the surfacing of racists on their Facebook feeds (you weren’t able to weed them out the last several times something like this happened?), while we touch base with the people worthwhile.
I relish the memory of the earthy wormwood and licorice-like scent and flavor of some absinthe I had, I’m putting myself on another self imposed sobriety until our friends’ wedding in July.