The thing about a blog is that you have to have something to blog about.  But I don't stumble into interesting people every day.  Nor do I come across noteworthy situations or incidents with any regularity.  So I don't always have something to write about.

 I have a confession to make.  This is not my first blog.  Several years ago I started a blog, but I never blogged.  I logged into my site only once.  I couldn't think of anything to write, so I logged out, and I never visited the site again.

This time it's different.  I still don't know what to write about, but I'm not going to let that stop me.  Maybe I don't always have something interesting or insightful to say, but I do have a seemingly endless supply of the semi-coherent ravings of a cranky, semi-senile old man.  Whether or not these pronouncements have any literary merit is not for me to say.  However, it does fill up some blog space.

I also know some jokes.  Did you hear the one about the famous athlete that was killed?  He was a victim of his own success.  His trophy case fell on him.