Tryst MissedThe spoke in the wheel turned out to be utterly trivial, but the opening, toward which I'd been moving my pieces at that point for a dozen years, never came round again. Given that down the line relations between the principals and the secondaries fell universally apart, I still regret that the stars were so perversely misaligned on a date to which I woke with my hopes priapically high. I hope that you had a good sixteenth birthday, or whatever it was, Todd B.
The best-laid plans
Don't always pan
The best-planned lays
Gang aft agley—
I wonder what Robt. Burns would say?
cordially,