In four days, I’ll be leaving for France.  Friends take me to dinner, the guys upstairs had a going away party.  I’ll be gone for a year.  At least that’s my thought at this time.  I’m prepared to be homesick, lonely, etc.  I just hope that I’m not homesick and lonely enough to come back early.  Strange feeling though.  Below, fellow writers showed up for a send-off at Congregation Ale in Long Beach.  Tonight dinner in Belmont Shore, tomorrow another send off party.  I am getting tres grossir.