This weekend the Party Cub Crew made its way down to the Gulf Coast for a much-needed weekend. Well, most of the Crew I should say. For reasons I'm not clear on, Lem felt he had to stay behind, and that led Lucca to want to stay behind as well. So it ended up me, Tavi, Ozzie and Ash having a pleasant weekend down in Pensacola including a nice dip in the gulf combined with the surprise of front row seats to a Blue Angels air show being staged all along the beach.

About a half an hour before we got home I got a phone call from Lem with news: he'd been offered a job starting Friday... in Klamath Falls, Oregon.

Driving across country will take all week so he has to leave tomorrow.

Even as I write this I'm trying to come to grips with what seems to be the end of an era in the Party Cub Hub.

Lem launched the idea of a sort of group home for furries down on their luck, and the house will bear the name he has chosen for it, the Party Cub Hub, for as long as we remain here. Without him none of this would have happened.

But Lem knows as badly as anyone else he needs a job in the worst way, and if that means crossing the country he's going to do just that.

In a way Lem is fulfilling what just I hoped for those who entered here, coming out better than he came in. So in that sense, his time here was an unqualified success.

We had our ups and downs but that is life. Godspeed, big brother. I can only hope we do not drift apart, but I know that I will never forget you.