Right this moment we would have been teaming with my father in law, and either roping in my Pinn or Virtue friends, or plowing our way through missions as a threesome like a John Deere going through wheat. 90% of the reason I was a good fender-player was my father-in-law, who, because of his tendency to play his blaster as if he was supremely confident I would be able to keep him standing
no matter what insane thing he did, forced me to learn how to keep him standing, no matter what insane thing he did.
So here we are tonight, me alone in my office, Larry alone in his studio...IMing once in a while. Knowing Poppa is all alone in his office, maybe poking at Civ and wishing so hard we could all be "together."