It came to recently, reading some of your writing (and I'm not going to point and gawk and stop traffic -- you know full well who's who, and there's more than one) that in many respects, I'm thankful things went down the way they did. No, not the unknown cause of lethal defects and actual dying part, sillies -- the rest of it. The surroundings. The milieu. Where the edges of the nightmare stopped.
I've got a post up at GITW today.