3544

We had our spring GMM last night, a heartily drunken time for all. In all likelihood, it's my last, which made it pretty bittersweet.

On the other hand, I saw a room full of people who were proud of their Union, and proud to be unionists. And for all the fretting that I (and others I'm sure) have done about what impact I've had as a union activist, seeing that sort of pride made it all worthwhile.

3544 is the fucking shit, and I'm really going to miss being associated with this band of scallywags, ruffians, and all around good folks.