I have internet in my home... in Madagascar. This ain't yer momma's Peace Corps, people. Everyone has stopped writing letters to me... but I only got myself to blame for that, cuz I've stopped writing letters to everyone else... but here's the thing: I'm hoping that, in June, when I come home, I'll still have some friends in the United States of America. I'm hoping that some of the people that I've been lucky enough to share a pint of beer, shot of tequila or alcoholic energy drink with in the past will still acknowledge my presence when I come home... even though I'll be dread-locked and dashiki-ed. So, now is the opportunity for me, and for you to once again open up our lines of communications. I am making a late September resolution to  write lots of emails to old friends. I'm hoping that instead of the embarrassment of multiple no-replies, a new incarnation of our friendship will flower... I hope to connect with all of you soon.