Notes on deconversion from the corner booth of a quiet bar

I'll pick up the tab because we're probably gonna be here a while

As I write, it’s the week of Spring Equinox. It’s hard to keep track of the seasons where I live - Florida’s “gateway to the tropics” - but this morning’s brisk fifty degree chill felt very much like the cusp of springtime.

The timing is right, the energy is right, the momentum is right to finally put all of the pieces (well, as many of the pieces as I c…