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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