I walked into a room and discovered a lot of people I had known in college gearing up to perform some of my favorite classic rock. TB was there, too, I am sure, because I felt that inner longing to be noticed. I even thought that I might perform, and how could he miss that?

I was happy and excited about all of it, but soon realized that I had to find a bathroom. Did I want to be noticed for going on a quest for relief? And disappearing would mean not being seen at all.

More happened, but I recall mostly a delicious sense of excitement and anticipation about something unexpected and marvelous.