He disappeared himself
Today is the anniversary of my first post on "Sort of San Francisco Fan Club." It appeared five years ago, on January 21, 2009. Implied somewhat by saying "sort of," the title of the blog was a pun, a metaphor, an inside joke.
Actually, this was not my first blog, so the first post here was not my first ever. I had started a blog about a week or ten days earlier which centered on canoeing and similar activities. It continued on for a few posts after "San Francisco" was under way, but that initial blog was over and done with and the posts deleted by the time January ended. I had decided one blog was enough.
For the record, I also have started two other blogs, one of which still exists -- unattended since late 2009 and was by invitation only -- and the other, in which all the posts were deleted after it had been around for two or three months during 2010.
Happy birthday, Mother, January 13 .... who lived a long, good, fortunate life.
Anyway .... anyone who has read here recently knows I am bored with winter and bored with myself. It also should be evident that I am more than bored with the drift of American society toward ever increasing decadence. I am more than bored with government leaders whose actions constantly demonstrate they have no respect for law or constitutional rule, and whose approach to governing is an incessant, pathetic barrage of self-serving lies as they struggle to fool and to corrupt the "huddled masses." History today is being written by the winds of political whimsy.
Now then, January 21, 2014 -- the fifth anniversary of the "San Francisco" -- seems like an ideal date to begin a hiatus from it. I will be back when the boredom has run its course or when I feel like I have something I really want to say or when the Red River of the North flows south -- whichever happens first .... see you then.