If you were alive and aware in 1968, you remember.

It's great to be home.

I have the blood of honorable Scots coursing through my veins...

Loneliness isn't a battle I fight.

A vivid promise that storms and downpours were inbound...

No stress.

Picking up stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else...

I believe I'm doin' pretty well so far.

And so this blog was silent on Tuesday.

I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do with it.