Four Happy Bears, circa 1980something.

So, where were we?

Ah yes, I'm a doodler, it seems, as well as a scribbler.

A real renaissance man.

Be warned, now that I've got access to a scanner and Bloggerbot , you will be seeing more of this. . . stuff.

Assuming, of course, that you are in possession of vision of one sort or another; and that you (whoever you are) return to this blog in future. Assuming, again, that I have a future and am not struck dead before I update this space again.

As a friend of mine once infamously malapropised, "Anything is possible in this infamous universe." (Hi Wendy, wherever you are.)

This statement has been proved endlessly, for instance, by The Bush Junta.

Or, on a more positive note, the simple existence of Redwood trees.

After the carnage described below we are retreating to the solace of the coast just in time. Slipping away in honor of our imminent anniversary (15 years! Where did they go? Somewhere south of Mexico.) , we are exploiting the approaching Holiday Weekend and retreating to The Redwoods and Deetjen's between the mountain and the sea and only 1 between.

Won't be back 'till next week.

Ah.