Anchor Struck

I am genuinely surprised by your response to Monday’s post.  I assure you that it

wasn’t a cheap play for sympathy.  I had become so occupied with some enormous

tasks looming for me that I thought I wouldn’t have any time for writing.

But then I realized that I’m the only one who can give you updates on our chickens,

the back stories on Jack Elam and Harry Anslinger, and important footnotes to

history like the night I misplaced my virginity.

The tasks still loom, but I’ll do my best to check in as they de-loom.  Please hang in

there with me.  Thanks.

P.S.  The chickens are braving the winter well and still laying, although they

don’t seem to like going barefoot in the snow.