After I left Nashville, we called and emailed each other regularly.
He moved to Denver and then Santa Fe, New Mexico. I moved to New York and then Florida.
In the summer of 2004, we hadn't seen each other face-to-face for years, so I decided to fly out to Santa Fe for a 10-day visit.
Big mistake.
As Ben Franklin said, house guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.
The rest of the story is up on Tales of West Hollywood.