Old Man Jail Break

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Before the advent of blogging I was posting on DOS based bulletin boards, and then when the Web arrived I’d HTML up some ugly coded neither here nor there. There wasn’t a direct comment function but replies could be made via e-mail.

The first e-mail response I received from a stranger was a mid-school kid who had been tasked with finding the definition of the french term esprit de l’escalier, and whichever search engine he queried clued him to some show-off drivel that I had cast into the ether. How cool is that?

I responded. He thanked me. And that was that. And that, I’m afraid, was my high point on the World Wide Web. And over twenty years ago.

I’m done with community. Social Media… claptrap for clickbait or a communicable disease, I’ll let you decide, but in my twilight years the introvert that makes up my ambivert nature is pining for the solitude of submitting sans a faux collective feed, and reversing SEO optimization in hope of becoming stealth as possible to the radar of community riot, technical intrusiveness, and monetized content harvesting, to once again, just maybe, be read by happenstance or serendipity.

In ten days this site goes private. In six months the site goes dark, and I plan to put the domain out to pasture.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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