Greetings

Cue the doves, sound the trumpets, and fire the guns. I finally blogged myself. In the kitchen. With a rusty spoon. Coming from a perfectly stoic, emotionless upbringing, I’m not sure what I’ll do here. I presume nothing more than scribble, muse, quip, and moan, but don’t expect to find any sordid details of my sexual conquests or imbedded emotions. That’s what the novel is for. You’ll have to purchase that. I do, however, plan to lower my gloves on occasion- so that the foot has an unobstructed path to the mouth. In the words of Winton Churchill, “if you have an important point to make, don't try to be subtle or clever. Use a pile driver. Hit the point once. Then come back and hit it again. Then hit it a third time-a tremendous whack.” Keep reading.