I was going through some of my photos from last summer and found this one. As I looked at it I realized that it represents so much in my life. Most of the time I feel quite disconnected. Not only to other people but also to myself, my past particularly. I’m always looking to “reconnect” with things in my past. Past adventures, interests, friends, and so forth. My move to SLC was just such. Hoping to reconnect with some old friends, and places that aren’t there anymore. I did find my best friend and his partner and they informed me that most of the friends we had back in the crazy days of the 80’s have died of HIV. That I kind of figured but hearing it come from them make it so real.