Welcome great readers. Thanks for being here.
This past weekend I spent some time with Max Gavaskar the Mother of the Galaxy, herself. She is very frail and weak but the light within her still shines bright.
I met up with my friend Dorian Thain and we drove the short distance north of Harappa City to Yahvi, Max and her families’ compound. The landscaping is colorful and cheery. Max’s husband and my friend Dorian’s son Dallas has become a fine gardner. Of course gardening on the “Garden World” is easier than in some places.
We were escorted by one of the volunteer aids to the reception room. The reception room is where Max has greeted dignitaries for almost two years now. Ever since she became too weak to travel. Many windows open out to the surrounding garden courtyard. Max was not yet in her sitting bed. Dorian and I sat on two of the easy chairs and chatted about non consequential issues waiting for the aids to bring the Mother in.
The compound has always been a place of peace. Max’s life since she orchestrated the era of peace that now bears her name (The Pax Gavaskar) has been a whirlwind. Dallas has made sure that her home was a respite from her political life. He has worked hard to make the place as beautiful and serene as humanly possible.
In the next few days I will offer you some details from my conversation with the Mother, but tomorrow I will discuss a short conversation I had with the Fordian Ambassador Fromnol. He had word from their Galaxy Two mission, some very interesting stuff.
Never mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 89
Earth Year 2481
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