It starts with a funny look.
"So, uh," the person will begin. "Are you still doing those Moonlight Meander hikes?"
There tends to be one of two subtexts going here: the first asking whether I'm still the person's friend or if I've silently removed them from the mailing list, the second asking what the hell is the matter with me -- it's been months since the last Meander.

So, just for the record: I'm still your friend, and, well, there's no simple answer for question number two. I can offer some good excuses, if you'd like. The stars were in incorrect alignment, after all. We had to purge the terrorists from our ranks. I was researching the ramifications of October only having 21 days back in 1582. The Gostak wasn't distimming the Doshes. The moon was too busy cutting a deal in Hollywood for faking some more landings. The voices said it was a bad month for Meandering. I was committed to taping back together all those shredded Enron documents. My dog ate the invites. Uh, I mean my cat. Yeah, my cat ate them. Oh, and I was abducted by aliens, anyway.

In any case, all those things are pretty much taken care of. Barring some unforseen event, we'll be having a Meander on the 23rd.

So there.

Phone in comments to 310.210.3347, meil 'em to the postal address skillfully concealed elsewhere on this page, or email 'em to samuelg@themeander.org

All misspellings, misattributions, omissions or errors in naming should be construed as Acts of God, directed through yours truly (for reasons at which we as mere mortals may only guess...)