a lot happened yesterday. we went to see r.'s dad's grave. they played a saturday flashback to 1973 and we sang along. the grave was sad. it seemed like sepp was waiting since 1986 for trudy to come and get him and move with him back to the south side. it still burns me that no one from montgomery place cared enough to say sorry trudy died. a lot more happened, maybe too much to relate. everything spins out of control, but we still have inertia, and our own gravitation.