Sometimes I wonder if this place is fated to be the blog that never dies because every time I think it is on it is final gasp it is revived. Never as it once was but always more than a shell. This is where it began and maybe if it ends it is what will kill the rest. Or maybe not. Maybe this part of the long slumber and in time a new dawn will break and things will move forward again. I kind of like that thought.
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx