I finally figured out what I was doing wrong in trying to post Stranded , (yes, I posted it again) the HTML was simple enough, but I blew it. It's been an interesting learning experience. Let's face it, 90% of blog appeal is the ability to link to things we want to be associated with so that we can appear to be knowledgeable about things we couldn't possibly be as articulate about as the things we link to. I thought I had it down. I think I've got it. Now that I'm feeling my oats I'd like to present my first novella A Journeyman's Rite . I prefer the HTML version, but this is the best I can do tonight.

Oh, here's one more thing for this day, though others may follow. I'd like to post a link to Stranded in the Sreets, written and posted long ago on my Road Runner site, but I'm having trouble with that particular link. It should be the same as others I've posted, but somehow it doesn't want to cooporate. There is also my short sci-fi novella that I'd like to post. It'll happen, someday.

I've gotten out of touch with contempory music. I listen mostly to talk radio when I'm in my car. The Internet, in is't seductive way, manages us toward things we need to see and otherwise would not. Today, this song has struck my fancy.

It's been a few weeks since I've found the time to come here and make entry. I am still searching for relevant things to say. Unfortunately I haven't found any. Today is my mom's 80th birtday, and my wife's 50th (she will be mad for my posting that). Women and their thing about age, I don't understand. Nevertheless, let me talk about something I've learned recently. I have always liked kids, children, whatever...over the past few days I've been baby-sitting a grandbaby, Princess, as her mother is in the hospital with her newborn, Serenity. Princess, who is around 14 months old, has become precious to me. This hardened old man (I'm 55) has been turned to softness in a way I could not have imagined a year ago. I'm even starting to feed the dogs. My wife is into pets. I am not. Still, I suddenly care more about such matters than I used to. That bees Houston speach.