they're gone.

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dateline: island oZpost

9 july 1996 11:30 p.m.

A moment of silence, please. It gets kinda sad when the latter end of summer comes around. I just went along to see Brant off at the airport. Yes, mere days after he brought me enlightenment, the fellow headed back to Oregon to the school where Donald Duck reigns supreme. I also hung around (important tip: bring your own food unless you want to pay six dollars for a Whopper meal) to say goodbye -- more permanently, I'm betting -- to Jess. She got accepted into a private art school in Santa Cruz. Although I'm stoked for her, they barely gave her three weeks to get ready and we never really had a chance to hang out and have our last hurrah. While a lot of my old friends come back for the summer break, each year it seems like one or two slip silently into the gaping maw of the opportunity-rich Mainland. They're fine, of course. I hear from them occasionally. But it's wierd how you never realize exactly when they cross that border from "my friend" to "I knew this guy once." Sometimes there are disadvantages to being tethered -- fortunately more by spirit than by finances -- to paradise.