To whom it may concern,

I am alive and well. While I can’t prove that, you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who takes a worse selfie. They always end up looking like someone’s creepy old uncle.


So this is probably me, if for no other reason than that it couldn’t possibly be anyone else.

Whoever I am, I do appreciate the concerned emails and comments.

Where have I been? On a great adventure in startup land.

I guess somewhere in the depths of what used to resemble a human brain but now functions more like a pickled head of cauliflower was some old dude wondering if he still had one more gig left in him.


While the jury’s still out on that front, I can absolutely say without crossing any of my fingers that there are countless blog posts and maybe even a few books left in me.

Why, just this week I opened the 400+ page Word doc that is surely destined to become the zaniest memoir since Carrie Fisher’s Postcards From the Edge. And here you are witnessing posts on back-to-back days.

So there is that.

If I’m being completely honest here I’ve also got to admit to suffering from an overdose of overwhelming idiocy by masked morons we’ve all been subjected to since the pandemic began.


And since my brand of commentary has typically focused on the realm of controversial issues of the day, I guess I just needed a break from all that nonsense.

On the plus side I spent much of the spring and summer fixing up the property in preparation for our inevitable exodus out of California. The only problem with that is we still haven’t figured out where to go. But we are determined to go somewhere, someday.

Anyhow, thanks for caring and listening to me babble. If you insist on inflicting more of my meandering musings upon yourself, I think it’s safe to say that you’ll be hearing from me much more frequently going forward.

Until then, as always, keep the faith, brothers and sisters.

Me (probably)

Image credit Alvin Smith and The White House / Flickr