I had no emails in my personal account. I moved to a bulletin board where I could post a message. The thread on the open forum was titled, 'Messages l...ft in the sand box, ' There were about a hundred messages left there.We, the cops, didn't create the thread. We just co-opted it. Most of the messages meant nothing to us. The one that had been added since I had gone on that trip was. ET Call Home. Which was a very simple code for they were looking for me.Before Barry could stop me I added. 'The. Inside his mind, he was born in 1946. The second child of a dad who still suffered from the memories of the Second World War.Those weeks in the pine forests of Western Michigan, "Camping" Dad called it. Long walks along the Lake Michigan shore, sometimes with Wili on his shoulders and 'Billyboy' running circles around the two of them ... those walks weren't for fun.Daddy was trying to find a place where the hot salt water wasn't crowded with dead facedown Marines ... sullen in the small. ..Gerald and I connected via email and a phone call or two and laid the plan. We would meet him "randomly" first at one of my favorite pick-up bars in Chicago, Gibson's, which is a favorite late-nite place for my wife and I to enjoy dinner and/or late nights around the piano bar. Gerald and I were texting throughout the early evening, so he was already waiting for us when we walked in around 9:30 from our earlier dinner. I had told Patty over dinner that I had met him the night before, found. Technology so advanced it might as well be magic.Or from another world...His next tactic had been to point out that the meme infected the brains ofboth sexes. She'd dismissed it by explaining that not only did it take farlonger to overcome the male ego, but as someone who'd spent several monthsas a heterosexual female she'd enjoy a temporary immunity from its effectswhile her mind adapted to its new body's preferences."So you're saying gay men are safe from this thing?" he'd wanted to know."No,.