So for the last few months, I’ve been alerting my vigilant readers that I might post out of sequence as I attempt to catch up after a month of lackadaisical writing. I suppose there might be one or two souls out there who cling to every conjured image from my life; every play on words; every musing on puctuation; every mediation from The Economist;
every lumbering sentence; every
For those souls (exist, as they may, only in my imagination) I’ve devised a new system. I will title my out-of-sequence post beginning with an asterisk*. With this system, the studious and compulsive reader may glance at the titles in the right-hand column and go back and read any with asterisks that he finds of interest. An advantage to this system is that I will not have to periodically write posts such as this one to indicate that I’ll be doing some catch-up writing. Enjoy.
* Because I fear that there may never again be a time again to mention it, I should remark that for the last fourteen years I have been unable to forget my eighth grade English teacher’s (Ms Hanshaw’s) pithy misquote of Nathan Hale: “My only regret is that I have but one asterisk for my country.”