It’s only now starting to truly sink in that Bruce Nazarian is gone. This past weekend, certain things happened that make me confident that wherever his spirit is, if you believe in such a thing, he’s saying, “Hey, Kat Girl, this one’s for you!” in this manner.

But good gods, if there are words to describe just how badly I want to pick up and call him… And then I remember.

It’s times like these I hate being able to feel. In that respect only, I envy the sociopaths.

I should thank whoever invented distilled spirits. How I’m going to keep it together, I don’t know. I’m glad for the cruise coming up, because really, it will be a Sobriety Optional type of endeavor. I haven’t the foggiest as to how I will be able to be aboard sober.

K.G.

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