I’m as excited to be here as this lovely woman, who just ripped off her clothes and started dancing in her living room, she was so thrilled. (Okay, Mildred, you can calm down now.)
The brand-new blog will have words and pictures and — okay, maybe it’s pretty much like the old one. But it’s in a new location on the Internet, so you need to bookmark this or you’ll never see me again.
Why did I move? To tell you the truth, I was getting pretty tired of the old place. Over the years, it had grown all cluttery and dusty, and I couldn’t even turn around, it seems, without some old books or photographs or jewelry or bags of money or something tumbling onto the floor.
The other day, I was shuffling around in my houseshoes, and tripped over one of my half-dozen 1959 Gibson Les Pauls, and when I tried to catch my balance, I tumbled into my stacks of first-edition Faulkner and Hemingway novels, and then I sat down on one of the priceless Faberge eggs that the Czars had given my family years ago. Luckily, a dab of Elmer’s fixed the crack.
But that was the last straw. My blog just needed more space, so they’ve moved me to this wonderful new facility (below). Isn’t it marvelous? Oh sure, it needs a little paint, maybe some nice rugs here and there, but at least I don’t have to worry about filling it up anytime soon. I can start piling all the blog posts over there in the back, and over in the corner is where I plan to put my Facebook updates.
So, bookmark or “friend” or follow me here, and feel free to stop by often. I’ll have plenty to show you.