I seem to have come down with some sort of snotty, mucous thing. I think I got it from Garret.
I wish a very Happy Birthday to my good friend James Lusk! We grew up together in Kansas.
OK. So, I am 56 today, más o menos, and I’m wondering (because I strongly suspect) is the arena of freedom just around the corner? Man, I hope so… I just wish my son was older, so I could be a bigger burden… /kidding!/ [no, not really] I think we could adopt an MBA lawyer type child (~30) who wanted to support us. Like in Costa Rica. We’d be cheap, really…
Today is is the n+1 birthday of my very good friend – dating back to childhood – James Lusk! Happy Birthday James! Sorry I missed your call, I’ll try on Monday…
I do think about things, really, I do. It would seem, however, that I’m not writing about them much anymore. Susan has reoccupied 2020 HIndsight and Dave didn’t see his shadow on Groundhog Day. We welcome their return to whatever this space is being referred to these days.
Me? I shall try to do better.
Meanwhile, Rafe has been on a roll of late, most especially with The Republican fundamentalists and [t]he political version of the bike shed discussion. I encourage you to go have a look. Rafe is succinct and spot on.
A Long Time Ago in a Galaxy Far, Far Away
It should not go unnoticed here that we began publication of this fine weblog just over ten years ago, on the 23rd.
There are a great many other, finer weblogs out there that also began just over ten years ago at the EditThisPage service.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Have some fine times…