“What can I say? Who am I? Is any of this even real?” That, friends, is a mere sampling of the myriad of thoughts running through my mind as I pause to pen this note reflecting on 10 years of Graf Lantz.
Hokkaido, Japan. 10:03pm. Thinking it’s Thursday, or maybe Friday. I lose track of time every time I return here from California, this island thousands of miles away where I spent so much of my early adulthood.