I would liked to have lived in the day of the “EXTRA.” And “read all about it” is just what I would have done.
How sweet, the old film montage of spinning front pages and out-sized fonts, and all those scruffy dead-end kid hawkers.
How cool to cop the ink-stained recent, throw a nickel on the counter for a cup of Joe, and peruse the latest symptoms of the human condition through the lazy smoke of a Lucky Strike.
After about a year of pout and promise to post here no more, when the money came due, I decided to up the ante. Go figure.
I’ll dribble out the whys of my doubling down presently, but for now, a slow roll of reconfiguring this site commences. And it might take a while, as options and toggles are a bit different.
And I begin with the poesy, as a poem a day in April is to get in the way of baseball’s opening day, but what me worry; those Cubs be a lock. Wire to wire, I see.
A personal post. Ad free. Comment free. It’s just all about me, and what I see after three score and ten. And given those numbers, I posting in black and white, as my mood now tends to the monochromatic. And that’s dramatic, but the real story is, the world is a motley place, and on the cusp of dotage, I still want to crayon. Carry on.