I manage to see someone, some one, in most every week, usually on the weekends. Maybe out to dinner. Maybe a movie. Maybe a drop-by. Also, I make the occasional phone call. It isn’t the series of long hazy days of youthful leisure and conversation ‘til dawn that I’d love to revisit, but it is enough to remember that there is a world outside of my own head, and that it is populated with some pretty swell folk.