Hopefully Anderson won’t razz you too badly tonight. I look forward to burning this thing when we get back tomorrow. Michael Barton* ... * *“Okay,” Dr. Tony Albert, my psychiatrist says to me, “that’s good. You’re making a lot of progress, and your memories seem to be sorting themselves out.”I’ve been coming here every Friday for a few months now, and Tony, as he prefers I refer to him as, has helped me with the IED attack. I hadn’t even realized how much about it I’d. I was one of the most conservative outfits she had worn all week, but that was the only thing she had on except for her shoes. We went to several night spots and I got her pretty tipsy. About 10:45 I gradually made our way to the local bar and got there about 10 after 11. We walked in and I saw Bill sitting at the bar. I led Linda to the other side of the room so she wouldn't see him and maybe get tipped off. We ordered a drink and sat there for about 15 minutes listening to the music. He sealedthe fermentor lid, inserted an airlock, and they were done forthe day. Now it was time for a beer.****A week later, the beer was ready for bottling. After soakingand rinsing 50 bottles, Carl sanitized his bottling bucket andpoured in his priming solution and the bottle of strawberryextract. He siphoned the beer out of the fermentor (leavingan inch of inactive yeast) into the other bucket and beganfilling the bottles through a tube attached to the spigot onthe bottling bucket. He. The Judge must have seen it in my eyes; he stood, approached me and gripped my shoulder in sympathy.“Let it go, Son. It happened, you can’t go back in time and change it. Don’t beat yourself up. We’re going to get it sorted now.”I nodded and took a deep breath. He was correct; I’d fouled up, but there was no point in dwelling on it. I still wanted to give myself a decent ass-kicking, but that was more regret that I could have been so prideful and stupid as to not ask for advice.Laura rejoined.