Hi everybody. Many thanks to everyone that reads, and comments, and links, and buys furniture, and uses the Amazon button here at Sippican Cottage, and of course at The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys. This medium – tapping on the Intertunnel wall like the hull of a stranded submarine, waiting for any old ship to pass over and know I’m down here – has, in many ways, been my salvation. I can’t count how many bug bites I’d have if I was still standing on the highway overpass yelling at cars instead of blogging. And you get a very uneven tan that way, too.

I’ve made lots of friends on the Intertunnel. It’s odd and marvelous that some of my best friends are sorta imaginary – I only know them through pixels. I don’t want to point any particular people out, as there are so many that I’d forget one or two and that would diminish the effect of simply saying: Thanks for reading and…

Oops, I already did that in the first paragraph.

One Intertunnel friend I made that I’ve actually met in person a couple times is Gerard Vanderleun. He’s a bucket of brains and a barrel of monkeys. He’s the editor in chief over at the fledgling Rightnetwork, now, which is why it looks like something right away. He’s hired me to write about moving to this godforsaken, benighted, frigid, lonesome…

I meant to say: this marvelous place I call home now. Do drop by. Maine Family Robinson