A brief pictorial of the Redhead Brigade's trip to Philadelphia, city of, ahem, brotherly love. Heather and I took these pictures.


Independence Hall, birthplace of the Declaration of Independence.
The inside is much, much smaller than I had expected.

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Thank you to all you well wishers. I'm going to be alright. Someone who violates privacy like that does not deserve my tears. Strangely, I'm not angry. It passed with the tears. It also occurs to me that in our discussions about what it would be like to break up, I said that I would likely start seeing someone right off the bat. It helps me to not be depressed if I'm keeping myself busy, if I'm learning new things and exploring new interests. On more than one occasion, Mike asked that if I did so, I not tell him. So there you go. There's nothing else I can say other than damned if you do, damned if you don't. I'm terribly sad that it had to end the way it did, but it was time. I certainly won't be made to feel like this violation of my privacy was my fault. That said, well wishes. This will resolve the way it is supposed to.