[Beau]

I have had, over the months now, a number of e-mails with your dad --- I am really learning to respect him and just enjoy the correspondence (he picks up on alot, and that includes little fractures of language that I toss out -- me like dat). In the past several days I confided in him about some stressful things that have been taking place, at that other place that I spend a great deal of time at --- many others have been experiencing that distress. Today --- well--- three of us went into a closed room. By the time it was over, one was bawling, and it wasn't me. But, I felt somewhere between nervous, kick the walls down angry, and also holding in laughter inside: still have residual emotions about the thing. [ I feel in Spanish but reason in English ]

I talked (virtually) to your Dad about these feelings, the experience and the situation --- can't say I felt "healed" but, I felt a little bit less alone and secretive about these long standing things, in that other place I go to.

Your choice of Dads was a good one. But, there are some places where daughters can not go --- our correspondence is private and belongs to a fraternity of soldiers and men (and minor men): this too is necessary. And, thanks for the ear and comments, Cap'n.

Beau