December 21, 2002

Flotsum on the Ocean of Life

Follow along in the continuing saga as Fragments washes up first to one shore, and then another, clinging to a banana crate, attempting to find a host country to accept it....your poor, your tired, your huddled blogger, yearning to blog free, the fragmented refuse of the teeming shore. Where will he find one who says "send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me"? Tune in again next time for the exciting conclusion!

Well, maybe not next time. But soon.

Thanks to Ron Bailey for putting up with me for a week or two. I owe you BIG.

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In a short while, the new address (not currently active) will be

Sorry, more than you know, for all the confusion.

It has been a dark and stormy night on Goose Creek, although clear with a full moon outside. Tempests have brewed in teapots and the greatness and smallness of humanity have been much in evidence. I prefer to dwell on the greatness and would aspire to not let the other spoil my good holiday cheer or fellow-feeling. More on another day about those who have risen to keep the Good Ship Lollipop afloat.

Posted by fred1st at December 21, 2002 02:26 PM

Uh-oh, I'm in proof-reading mode today: "flotsam."

That is all.


Posted by: Pascale Soleil at December 21, 2002 05:59 PM

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