PilotThere’s a first time for everything, so they say…those “they.”  I’ve never blogged before.  Or publicly journaled, opened in such a way, which this is, no?  A guided tour of one’s, my, own psyche?  I don’t know.

This may work.  Big news, pictures of the family, an interesting cloud/flower/pancake that looks like a taper/Silvio Berlusconi/my aunt (any of them.)  I’ll have a bad hang nail.  I’ll choke on hard candy.  I won’t be able to stop watching reruns of “Maude.”  I don’t know.  I don’t know how any of it works.  From this side of the line, at least. continue reading…