Friday, September 23, 2005
All Dressed Up & Nowhere to Go, So...
Well-timed, Troy: your invite arrived just as I was realizing that TGIF and I'm sitting home with the dog. I haven't a clue where this train is headed, but I'm ready to see some new country, hang out with some new folk (or more likely, some that are at least familiar from the earlier incarnation by a similar 100- name) and try to figure out what this blogging culture can become for me, and for us. Now, time for a cold malt beverage and a window seat in the Pullman Car. And give my dog here a pig's foot. -- Fred First / Fragments from Floyd
