Hmm, I thought, it's not like he lives here anymore - he might just be the right candidate for my little fantasy?I called Ellen and purposely confused...the situation to cover my bases."Hey beautiful!" Hi Dan, what's up?" I'm going to be meeting with my friend Jay this afternoon. He's in the area and I told him we'd hit a few balls over at Bear Creek and share a beer." Oh, okay, how's he been?" Good, he's been busy with work, so he wanted to make sure we caught up with each other." So, you'll be. I wish we had more…” he trailed off looking disappointed.“Time? Me too, Jeremy. It was really nice. Take care of yourself. We should stay in touch?” It sounded more like a question. I hesitated and held my breath. I shouldn’t have suggested that.He tilted his head, half smiling. We both went in for a hug. It lasted longer than expected. His arms pulled me into his chest and we stood there together. Holding each other. A brief moment where I traveled back in time and felt like a teenager again. Now I find it,” he muttered. “Burnishing is a form of pottery treatment in which the surface of the pot is polished, using a hard, smooth surface such as a wooden or bone spatula, smooth stones, plastic, or even glass bulbs, while it still is in a leathery ‘green’ state, i.e., before firing. After firing, the surface is extremely shiny,” he read to Lobo.“Well, from the looks of it, mine certainly isn’t going to be smooth or shiny. Right now, all I can do is hope some of it isn’t broken. And if. If I wanted something I worked for it. So he figured I could beat my diagnosis with sheer willpower alone. He was wrong.I didn't moan and bitch. What was the point of that? I just made a list and decided to see how many things on it I could do before I died. It wasn't a long list but it was all I had really. The first thing on the agenda was to do as much travelling as I could before I got too sick to do that. I was glad I had done that at the onset. It was mainly hopping buses and trains to.