As you know, if you’ve been following this blog for any amount of time, there’s a lot going on here, mostly told from a place where the view is of the past. Rich’s story, the one in the sidebar that started in 2005, and wraps up just before he “leaves” for 1933, is only one of the tales. The other one is here in the blog, where you can track what is happening as it happens on the timeline you and I are traveling.
I’m not a time traveler. Well, as Isaac Asimov would say, I am. My time traveling is just one way, however. I’m going forward in time, like you are. Rich apparently was able to get off that one-way temporal highway for some side trips. That’s why, even though he died in 1962, I’m going to see him two more times, once in July and once in August. That’s from my point of view. From his, he made it clear that our time together in San Diego in July would be the last we’d see each other. He didn’t say how he knew that, only that he was certain of it.
In the collection of things he left for me in the ammo box, there were some very specific instructions about a project I need to complete between now and August, a project that he wrote he “knew I would complete.” I’ve begun that project, and will share some details with you in the next few days.
