The planes did not go down, although I drank enough bourbon on my four flights that if any of them did, I wouldn't have noticed. Everything went as smoothly as possible, although my grandfather broke his hand the morning of the funeral and didn't want to bother anyone, so nobody realized how bad his injury was til later that night.

Thanks to everyone who conveyed condolensces. The computer at home is fucked, so it'll be a few more days til I get caught up on a lot of stuff. More soon.

PS. The Seger Liberation Army material is finally finished and heavy as hell.