Our family. All the good friends we left behind in the Seattle area. Our good friends in other states, whom we've known for so long. Colleagues from work. Some very cool cyber-friends we have yet to meet in the flesh. Great people we've lost touch with, all too soon. Fellow cruisers we've met in three countries and along a meandering, many-thousand-mile path. They, too, have meandering, many-thousand-mile paths that too seldom cross our own and are scattering outward as I type these words.
To each and every one of you, please know that in my heart, I feel it would be so cool to have all of you here with us, all together, all having fun — but in reality it wouldn't be so much fun for any of us because some of you probably wouldn't be too enchanted with some of the others. My family would be thoroughly horrified at what's become of me. Maybe none of you would care to speak with any of the others. On the other hand, some of you would impress my mom more than I ever have. And others of you would impress some of my friends better, too. That certainly won't do. Plus we'd have to clean the boat and buy more gin and the boat's not big enough for all of you anyway, and the ensuing dock party would grow so loud even the Mexicans would complain.
So, I'll just keep each and every one of you who are so dear to GB and me, in my head and my heart, where there's room enough for all and there's no conflict whatsoever. Merry Christmas, and be happy, healthy, safe and sound. We love every single one of you.
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