  My voyage began several years ago and I have been remiss to send home letters. It is my prayer that with this blog I am able to rectify my sins of omission.
These are dispatches from the pup tent of my mind. In here they are most luminous but cast against the dark night of the world they will soon be lost amidst the trees and stars and all the other what-nots that impede the flow of light, the general lack of amplitude admittedly being the foremost reason for their stunted trajectory. I make no promises or claims. Father's Day is winding down in New Jersey. Fantastic weather went wall to wall. Pa got a card and a Border's gift certificate from me. I was the only one who brought a gift for him.
I cohabitate with my family, though not for much longer. I have railed long enough at those in the culture who tear families apart and send them scuttling across continents to eek out their livings from Ma & Pa Corporation. After I get the bulbs in the ground I am moving further west come the autumn months. The economy is improving, my company appears to be growing as are my programming skills, (and the clincher) the idea hit me that perhaps, after all these years, Ma &amp; Pa might enjoy the settling in with the tribe members scattered...even if only a few miles off.
So I break to you, gentle reader, the news of my plans to depart over this threshhold at the tender age of 41 for a not-so-distant-place in a not-too-distant-future. This entry has been brought to you by the talented makers of Ritalin LA. 
