THE END

Was that title prescient or what? This was a couple of days before the corona virus and I thought I would just be writing about my end, not about so much more, something so vast that I am not remotely equipped to think about it, let alone write about it.

AUDIENCE FEEDBACK;  Am I being ingratiating enough for you to want to come back. I'll do a reasonable number roof the things they say get you out of the muck. But once this is write, I feel it's more your responsibility to find it than mine to deliver it.

Everything in the world has changed so radically so unbelievably quickly and it is such a mess, I don't believe there is any point thinking about it-- even if it is the end of civilization. You didn't seriously think things could go on as they were, did you? I don't think I can tackle this and ther blog may become historical if I talk about some things I did last week. I'm realizing that while I can bang off a few good lines here and there, this is not a man who will ever write a great novel whether he is alive or not. The energy level of the blog, its infinitely few demands and unless you really require feedback, no one you know will ever see it unless you tell them about it. Even I have a hard time finding it sometimes because of the weird title shit. Hope my son can fix it before he fleas, trying to get a foot further away from the holocaust- Minnesota.