I am hoping that the roads are okay all the way back to Hermiston. I think they will be. I wish the trip was with just Mikey and me but it isn’t and I will make the best of it. I will try to set up a time that I can meet with him in a couple of days that may help take some of the sting out. If not for him at least for me. We seem to be getting closer more and more. It would really wreck us both to lose one another. I am not sure about the support money for Mikey. I sure want it to be used for him – not drugs and not on Bernie. I hate to see this end. It has been one of the best Christmases I can remember for a long time.

I went out to MM after I picked up some chains. The boys were messing around and Mikey was glad to see me. He wanted me to watch him on the scooter. John came out too and we had a fun snowball fight. Then we went down the trail and they had a good time wading in the mud getting wet and dirty. Mikey kept saying this is so much fun. When he heard the news that Jonah was making the trip with us he said goddam it. His grandmother cackled. A nut came off the axel of his scooter so I got a new one while they took showers. Katie called and said to meet her at Hart café. So we reluctantly packed up Mikey’s things and headed to the door. He wanted a “not so hot” and we went over to the café. He was supposed to meet Abel, which he did without enthusiasm. We piled the shit in the car and headed out. The snow was a concern for a while and then it got warm and sunny. There was some kind of problem because the traffic went to a crawl. We finally made Powell Blvd and unloaded the stuff. Since I had forgotten Katie’s Christmas card I gave her the support card and she said she had no money. I hope to hell it does not go for drugs, cigarettes, or booze. Annie came out and thanked me for the card but I felt like neither one had time to chitchat. I arranged to take Mikey to the basketball game on Sunday and stay over for a New Years celebration at Chucky Cheese or some place. So I need to get the tickets and arrange a place to stay with a pool. A little piece of shit was that Chris (Trish’s husband) (that is Pam’s twin sister) was heard to say at the memorial service for Michael, “It was too bad I didn’t strangle the little bastard a long time ago.” Why was he there? Out of respect?