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The beginning

Hopefully this will be the beginning of a great experiment in writing.

I hopefully will stick this one out a little further than the last one, but maybe bloggin is not my thing. We shall see.

I will however use some of the tools that are available to make it more entertaining for me in hopes that it will expand in the future. If you are here reading this thank you... I will try to be a good host.


  1. Found you on Ivey's blog.
    Stopped by to say hello.

  2. Thanks MinorityReport, I have actually been reading your blog on a regular basis too, but have not had the chance to react publically yet.


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