People say, "You must have been the class clown."
And I say, "No, I wasn't. But I sat next to the class clown... and I studied him."
Dr. Alan Pearl
"No, a blogger!"
"Why can't you just be a Rotarian like your uncle?"
(I could see this was going to be more of a challenge than I had originally thought.)
I'm really neither a logger nor a blogger, at least not anymore than you could call someone who can make a piece of toast a Chef.
I am the oldest of five children, married, and the father of three wonderful, knuckleheaded children, living in the Southwest corner of the Northeast United States.
I dabble in irony, whimsy, tragedy and an occasional Samuel Adams (Brewer. Patriot.) I also posess the uncanny ability to turn ANY MEAL into a sandwich.
This humble blog isn't supposed to mean anything or stand for anything in particular; it does not purport to make any profound statement on the condition of mankind; there will be no test given at the end of the semester. It's my electronic junk drawer, and I welcome you.