Greetings from way out here in the middle of nowhere

[legolyas]

{{{{Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Hobbitses, what the hell, even dwarves }}}}

This sudden forming of "The Fellowship" after all these years has made me realize how much I've missed all of you. Truth be told, I never exactly wanted to move up here in the first place, but the ex (who I'd probably call Smeagle, except you guys already assigned that one

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[gimlihagrid]

{{{{Legolyas}}}} damn, I love that name! I guess since I'm the first one who seems to have found you here, maybe I should be the one to set you straight about a few things. Come on, guys, come set me straight if you don't agree with me. I double dog dare you.

First off, yeah, we all had our rifts awhile back. Mostly because we're all guys, and we all had pulses, basically. But I'd defy you to find any one of us who could actually tell you, at this late date, exactly why?

Like most of us, I don't even bother holding grudges. That's my wife's job. She's real good at it, LOL. I swear, there are times when she'll lay into me about something I did months and months ago, that I don't even remember. And as far as I can tell, women are pretty much all that way. No, I'm not saying it's bad or anything. It's just the way they are.

It's not the way most of us are, though. Sure, I get upset sometimes, as we all do. And sometimes things happen that make me totally blow my stack.

But once I do, it's nothing but water under the bridge. Ancient history. Over and done with.

What I never do forget is someone I've been friends with for as long as we were before you left. I have no problems remembering all the good times, the laughs, the favors, the camaraderie, etc. And when I look back on all the best, closest friends I've had over the years, you're always one of the ones that comes up.

I'm not going to deny that there was ever any rift or animosity between us. I'm sure there probably was. And it probably made perfect sense at the time.

But I'll be damned if any of it makes sense now, especially since we're all past fifty. Face it, life starts getting way too short for petty crap you can't even remember anymore.

What makes perfect sense to me, though, is for you to get your luscious tush back here pronto, and get an application in for the recent opening we've got for a collator operator. Collator #2, oddly enough. And if that's not some kind of sign of it being God's will that you come back, I don't know what it is. And it struck me as sort of uncanny that the opening came up like the day after I joined the fellowship. Coincidence, my friend? You make the call.

I realize it's short notice and everything, but I'm willing to bet you that if you can get down here and talk to Gary soon, he could probably jockey things around to keep that slot open for you if you're interested.

Or if not, let me know if there's anything else I can do to help. And I'll keep my eyes peeled for any business opportunities I come across that I think may interest you.

Your friend for life, like it or not,
Randy