Aw, shucks, folks! Ya got me blushin'!!

But thanks, all. In a thread sometime back, kat quoted actress Ruth Gordon saying ""how old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?" I may have that stitched into a sampler. I think it pretty much sums it up. I feel actually feel like I'm in my mid-twenties—except when I wake up feeling like I've been run over by a truck—and for the fact that I squeak like a collection of rusty hinges whenever I move. But what the heck? I do have a little mileage on the odometer, I guess.

Maggie, the memoir/autobio is coming along, but it's liable to be awhile yet. I've got over 100,000 words written so far, and I'm only up to the very early Sixties. I'm just letting the whole thing flow out just to get it on paper (or disk) first, then I'm going to have to do some serious editing to make the whole thing liftable. It won't be anything like an academic history. I'm trying to make something cohesive out of a collection of reminiscences, anecdotes, character sketches, adventures, triumphs, crashes into the wall, coffeehouse reviews, occasional freak shows, and commentaries and opinions. Pictures too. I may even go insane and try to include and optional CD, too, but that's all wild speculation at this point.

In the meantime, I gotta go check on this "mayor" thing. . . .???

Don Firth