I once spent 22y in Washington, D.C., and a good peace of this time was hangin' with my Layette Square peeps.
I was an elliptical tangent to
WHPV (Thomas, Ellen, Concepción, et al.)
In no way can I claim direct, shared Spiritual Currancy during my scattered orbits, there. I was as a Comet to the Sun of the existence of these beautiful People, and my tail will always be lit by the heat-memory of our closeness.
Oh! How we cried&laughed!
During this time, I began to become friends with "The Sheriff" of D.C.
The Sheriff was my Guide; my Friend; my Counsel; my Friend.
I tread-paths (and experienced a life) no sane person should ever have to experience.
A memorable take-away was how he always short-handed his vocal expression of things once-relegated to "whatchamacallit" territory into 'splifingate'
This was a 'thing', and the nomenclature invariably stuck.
Forty years later, and here I am
Three-plus decades-ago, I found a little stuffed animal (in my time doing the work that I did) . . . a 4" 'Fluff-A-Lots' t-rex; 'ah'
ah (my initials, my avatar, and what I called him) has been my travel-buddy in all our ensuing adventures.
Surprisingly, this is a tale no-better-told elsewhere; a story of adventure, discovery, enlightenment, and accomplishment.
*rowr*
