First post...

I suppose that this post should be grandiose in some way, yet blogs were never intended for such grandstanding. I'll keep it simple. Today. Verbosity motivated by reflection is as much illness as craft, skill, or art.

I live on the Third Coast, where winter appears for only a few days a year, and in our worst weather we adorn ourselves with t-shirts, shorts, and sandles. Nothing ever falls from the sky that requires me to shovel. Yes, I have lived in "four-seasons" country (of which I miss autumn the most), and "winter and cold weather" country. I'll take the Coast.

Today is mine, though 6 billion other people will claim it as well, and that is when things get interesting...