I was just cleaning out a bunch of old posts I'd started to write on this blog but had never published, when I came upon one I'd written in Maine last summer, with this picture of Max, who I never said goodbye to - publicly, as he deserved - on this blog. Max moved to Poland earlier this year to be with his girl. I know you guys miss the tales (and here, and here). And we definitely miss Max. So, for now, here's a picture of the man himself, sitting on the couch with Cecilia. What's he thinking about? Philosophy? Art? Getting a cold Budweiser out of the fridge? If I know Max, and I am lucky to say that I do, I'm betting on all of the above...