This time out, this fourth or fifth re-entry into bloggery, I'm treating this space as what it has always been, really --- a blank page to hurl words, and occasionally images, at.
A few things inspire my return.
First, the desire for a wider audience for my writing as a regular correspondent with long-time friends in Maine and Israel.
Second, a desire to think and write in a focused way --- as I did with walking as transportation --- about getting old and being old when all along you'd supposed the rules of the game didn't really apply to you; unaware that the ending wasn't happy or sad but simply was. ###