After successfully failing to post for the entire months of May and June (Heck, I posted just one day in April), I have returned. See how I made that sound positive.
Some health issues (well, one actually), a lack of computer access and a heavy load at work have conspired to keep me down, but I have prevailed.
I’ve missed a lot the last three months … a lot I’d have liked to comment on.
I saw a Neil Young concert, my third, that was downright nasty it was so good.
I went to camp for three days with my son, Dylan, and thought I was going to die.
I had some sort of episode at work and thought I was going to die.
And among other things, I really would have liked to comment on some people I admired who did die.
Down the road, I may get to some of those things, albeit a little late. But for whatever small number of people who read this and myself, it’s simply progress that I’ve typed these words. Any catching up I do will be icing on the cake.
Later this morning I leave for Washington D.C. and then New York City for my annual baseball trip. Hopefully, I’ll have some things to comment on from there.
Bye, for now.
Raising Two Americans 