Author’s Note: ​We were hosting dinner earlier this week for two bright, lovely, hardworking millennials, when one asked about the possibility of a recession. We told them we were in one already. That stopped them short, so we stayed silent on the recent things observed and measured locally — long term, non-volatile rolling average price increases, service/tourist economy slow down, house sales cratering, house rents skyrocketing with no product available despite all the college students now back home for the summer and so on.

Not wanting to buzz-kill the evening, we switched topics and poured them more wine and local craft beer.

Charged-glass, good times shall always roll chez us.

-Marlow

Goodbye, Good Times
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I’ve been taking notes everyday now
Since you’ve been gone
Calling you on my smartphone (with no answer)
For what seems like my whole life long
I’ve got something to give you
That the mailman can’t deliver
I can’t mail it in
I can’t phone it in
I can’t send it in
Not even by your closest kin

It’s starting to hit home, coming to us personally personal, personally yeah, yeah
It’s starting to hit home, coming to us personally personal, personally yeah, yeah

There’s nothing like the feeling we get
Oh, when we were touching each other, baby
There’s nothing like the feeling we get
When we’re there with each other, oh yeah
I’ve got something that the mailman can’t deliver
I can’t mail it in
I can’t phone it in
I can’t send it in
Not even by your closest friend

It’s starting to hit home, coming to us personally personal, personally yeah, yeah
It’s starting to hit home, coming to us personally personal, personally yeah, yeah

But I’ve got something to give you
That the mailman can’t deliver
I can’t mail it in
I can’t phone it in
I can’t send it in
Not even by your closest friend

It’s starting to hit home, coming to us personally, personally, personally yeah, yeah
It’s starting to hit home, coming to us personally, personally, personally yeah, yeah

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