How often do people check this site? I'm about to find out, maybe.
Monday, June 30, is the semi-decennial anniversary of My Ticket Confession.
At 5:30 p.m., or nearby time of my choosing, I will be at The Barley House.
I will be delighted to introduce myself to any Confessor who drops by for the next hour or so thereafter.
I won't have a mask on, or a bag over my head.
No tricks. I'll give you my real name, let you Ask Me Anything and might even answer. But I hope we can just tahk Ticket. If you would prefer not to identify yourself as a named Confessor, that is entirely up to you.
My sole request: No photographs, please.
How will you find me? I don't know. I've never been to The Barley House. I selected it because it seems Tickety, and because it is one of the many homes away from home – does he really have an actual home? – of one Michael Gruber, one of the very first patrons of this site, and its first commenter.
I could post a photograph, but what fun would that be?
I'll tell the barkeeps to direct anyone looking for The Plainsman to send him or her my way. Hint: I do not resemble Errol Flynn in "They Died with Their Boots On."
Unless the crowd is too vast, the drinks will be on me, at least for awhile.
Please, Confest-drink responsibly.
You are cordially invited to attend and raise a glass to five years of friendship.
And to accept my personal thanks for shopping at My Ticket Confession.
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