One year ago I was trying to sort out what was I going to do. I had started my trip west and south at the beginning of the month. Once again I was traveling across the country on a train. Boston to Chicago, Chicago to Winslow. A couple of days in Chicago were the last time that I saw a play live (Goodman Theater) and the last time I heard live music (Jazz Club near north side). Myah had just arrived back in Minnesota from Spain, just squeaking through before a total lockdown. I was not supposed to fly back until Mid May. The conversations that we had with my friends were ones I never had before. I remember asking out loud if I should just "stick it out here". Cindy would be moving to her new home and I could help. Karen and Jen were there and the Desert Oasis was another place where I would be welcomed. We scoured the internet, reached out to folks that I worked with in the beginning of the AIDS epidemi...