Yes, There Really is a Place Called Dingo
It's that time of year where magical, warm, fuzzy things are supposed to happen. Here at Newmoanyeah, I would like to have you, our readers, be a part of one of these special things. It will only work though if you can hook me up with this guy, Brian Doch. If you can't then you're useless to me, so go read the Spark or some other site.

Who is this Brian Doch you may wonder? He's a young man, aged 20-21, who was wandering the Australian desert in the fall of 2002. I met him at a cattle ranch in Dingo over a plate of bbq ribs or whatever they were dishing up that night, and we spent some time getting to know each other.

Brian was a great guy. He was funny and wicked smaht and what some girls would call 'a total babe.' Mostly though he was a sweetheart, and the kind of guy I would have liked to keep in touch with. Before going our separate ways the next morning I gave him my email address and phone number so that we could meet up again in Sydney, but I didn't hear from him again.

I'm hoping that he met so many new people while traveling that by the time he made it to Sydney he didn't need me to play tour guide and show him around. Or maybe he just felt a little strange about calling up a girl he'd only known for a few hours. Or maybe he thought I was a complete loon and avoided Sydney altogether to ensure that he wouldn't bump into me. No matter what his reasons, I would just like to know that his trip went well and that he made it home safe and sound.

So if one of you finds Brian, or if one of you is Brian, then hey. How ya doin'? How's school? Did you start at USC as planned? How are you liking LA? Drop me a note sometime and let me know the crocs and sharks didn't eat you alive. And have a Very Special Christmas.

Ho ho ho.