Stoned Agiand

In my high school yearbook my junior year (dateline 1976, Morristown, NJ), there was a picture of a young boy blowing bubbles, looking kind of goofy and smiling up at the sun. My friend the stoner, Donny Toth, who was a senior, was apparently flipping by that page to find his picture to sign. He wrote a comment on the little boy that cracks me up to this day - "Stoned Agiand". He of course meant to write "stoned again". I thought it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. Ever since then, I've said "stoned agiand (ag-ee-ahnd)" in my head in whatever appropriate situation comes up.

I never saw Donny agiand after high school and often wonder how he ended up. He was a sweet and kind person.

I came down with a wicked head cold this weekend and took a sick day today. Well, sick day in the sense that I listened in by phone to the 5.5 hours of meetings that I would have sat in. That god I don't have to do it by video. I'm coughing up a storm.