Good day, Balonely Ones! It's that time of the week once again, and your intrepid hosts are sailing the rough seas of singles life. Battening down the hatches. Tying off the sails. A third piece of sailing terminology that we totally know about. Nicole has gone on dates, but somehow neglected to record even a moment of them. Caleb works through some issues. Get comfortable. Get Shorty. Get in the sandwich!
Caleb Nathan Friedrich was born in a small coal mining town in northern Pennsylvania to his biological parents Gretchen and Ivan Friedrich. Being the Friedrich’s eleventh child, and seeing the steady decline of Ivan’s health, Caleb was dropped into the, then tumultuous, foster care system. When he turned sixteen he gathered what few items he had and set out to make his mark on the world. Forging false identification and assuming the surname Finch, he was able to talk his way into position for the world renowned San Francisco Inquisitor. He went on to become the newspaper’s longest running editor and chief, and has had many printed collections, including The Time I Spent and The View From the Engine Room. In 1943, Caleb passed away by succoming to his long and painful fight against Butt Aids. It is belived by some that his ghost still haunts different locations in San Francisco, and that it's sort of a dick.