I just realized that this blog is two years old today. Two years and 120-something posts later, I'm still finding time to stop by and give an account of what's going on.
I can never thank Kelly enough, who told me about Pearl Soup, which eventually got me here. I am a frustrated writer of the first degree and this gives me an outlet.
To those of you kind enough to read, and especially those who read and comment, I thank you and I am humbled beyond words. It thrills me to read your comments, and to comment on your blogs as well. When I write something that receives zero comments, I always wonder if maybe I've offended (yes, I am a bit insecure). Although I delve into politics on occasion, I try not to be controversial.
To those of who over on the right margin: I've never met any of you in person, except Kelly of course, and probably Pam somewhere in the distant past. I sincerely hope to have the privilege of meeting you sometime, to shake your hand and get to tell you in person how much I appreciate you.
Of course that would require a trip to Texas, Louisiana, Pennsylvania, Utah, California, Florida or Hong Kong. If one of you happens to be in my neighborhood before I make it to yours, let me know and I'll put the coffee on, fire up the grill or prepare whatever it is you might be hungry or thirsty for, and Wife and I will make up the guest bedroom too. We would love to have you visit.
For now, though, I hope you'll continue to drop by here from time to time. You're always welcome.
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Happy Father's Day. I could be called many things, but there is no name I like better than "Dad." There are three outstanding people who call me that, too. What a blessing.
I'm thinking of my own dad today, gone from me now for four years. I think of him every day, with a smile and warm memories.
Happy Father's Day to you too, Dad.