Time, Flying

It has been brought to my attention, recently, that it's probably not the best thing to have a five year gap on a website chronicling my adventures with leukemia. Couple that with the fact that comments have been broken for I-don't-know-how-many-years and it might have appeared that the site was dead and unresponsive because, well, I was, too.

Not at all true. In fact, within the past few months, I've celebrated nineteen years in remission, as well as my fortieth birthday. I am returning my focus and attention here after a very long absence.

Unfortunately, while attempting to clean things up a bit, a few things were inadvertently broken along the way. I apologize for the mess. Should be able to muddle through the updated MT templates over the next couple of weeks and put together a serviceable design.

rkb in 1990

A Few Notes

The bulk of this story takes place between March and September, 1990, and has been written in bits and pieces, fits and starts, over the years since then. Be forewarned that there's more than a little profanity. Some of this stuff still makes me very angry. I may try to work on a "PG" version at some point, but for now I'll let the chips fall where they may. One final note: this is as mostly true a story as more than a decade of hindsight will allow. I can't say that everything is 100% accurate, but it's as close as I can get. Robert K. Brown

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