Expunging Spain

I cleaned out one of my old back packs that I used to use in Madrid that I left here two years ago and then threw it in the washer. It had the typical crap; pens, a packet of two of analgesics that had fused to the bottom, a lighter, etc. All my clothes are unpacked and put away. What I didn't wear anymore, I get to the Vietnam Vets association. So now, on day 57 of my return, i have finally vanquished the ghosts of Madrid. But I did celebrate Bender Tuesday at the Hilltop Bar here in Ansonia. The local yokels are quite friendly.