Well, things very recently moved me to check in on the old HAMB. The job, family life, pitfalls of being a first time homeowner, and paying the bills pretty much took me away. My first year teaching, they had me busy with five completely and totally unrelated topics, three of which were out of my area of expertise, which meant that most of it, I had to teach myself, then try to teach the kids. Had a good year, bought a house with a space enough that at least one of my old cars gets to live with me. The old high school sweetheart that I ran into back in '07 (and whose kids occupy most of my time) and I got married, the plymouth coupe was the wedding car. Never thought I'd see the day. I sculpt some and do a bit of the old work that was the main thing that kept me going for a couple of years there, but it's hard to do more than an hour or two of it at a time given all the other stuff that needs doing. I've not been very good at answering emails and the like for a lot of folks, I see I have quite a few messages to read yet, but I pretty much realized that I needed to all but stop talking business, because the time was suddenly gone. I used to work until past midnight damned near every night, of course there wasn't anything to go back inside for then either. A few people, not many thankfully, had to wait way too long for their pieces. I'd never operated that way, and can't stand to do so. I used to be able ship a piece that wasn't even in metal yet in a week or two at the max, so taking orders based on that wasn't a problem back then. Much harder to do now, and I'd like to be remembered for my art and not the WAIT that came with it. Business isn't why I came back today. The other thing occupying my time up until yesterday was taking care of my wife. We managed to wait until after we were hitched to get pregnant, and like a lot of us that have been in a similar situation, I was at her beck and call as much as I could. I was also trying to wrap my mind around being a "real" dad, and starting at it from square one. I'm the only dad her twin boys have ever had, but I didn't get started at that until they were five. I was scared shitless for the most part. Well, we went in for check up part 2 yesterday. I look at the screen, and the big black blob that looks like it kinda has flippers appears. I suddenly feel the fatherly pride, what all my buddies had said was right, you worry about it till it happens, then you see your kid, and it makes a bit more sense. Well, it did make sense until the doctor spoke, and I realized the block blob wasn't my kid. My kid was the tiny white dot floating in the black blob, and that the tiny dot was 4 weeks smaller than it should have been. It also lacked a heartbeat. Yesterday was a shitty day for us. As I sat here on the computer last night, I felt a pull to check out the HAMB. Today I had to email a bunch of folks; we made the mistake of telling everyone we were going to have a kid, so I hoped to let our acquaintances know and ask them to pretty much let us deal with it, mostly for my wife's sake. Seeing as how the baby wasn't inside me, I'm doing a bit better than my wife. Worst problem I have is that the ultrasound pictures they printed off of my dead baby keep popping into my head. Why the hell they gave them to us, I sure don't know. At the same time, though, as off topic as it is, and from someone that somewhat turned his back on the HAMB to look after other responsibilities, I felt compelled to blab all of this personal stuff here. Old times' sake again, I guess. In the years I have been here, I've met friends, learned a lot, picked up a couple of skills, made friends with folks all over the place, and read about their builds, as well as the trials and tribulations of their lives, too. Felt the pull of the place that was one of a few things that kept me going for a long time. I thank the HAMB for it. And I will try not to be such a stranger.