Blogging Dangerously

A year, more or less, of blogging dangerously is over. Everything passes, everything changes ...

Mina and Evan have gone to Barstow, Texas to look at property in a gated community run by a former member of the Weathermen group.

Mary died peacefully in her sleep ... her rosary draped, as it always was, around the neck of a bottle of vodka on the nightstand ... half empty, Smirnoff.

Mimsy has gone to live with her father in New Hampshire after Lorraine was jailed following her shooting of the furnace repair man while she claimed to have been hunting mice in the cellar.

Dennis moved to Fort Pierce, Florida where he is busy rebuilding after the damage from last year’s hurricanes.

April and Johnny Utah had recently gone to Khao Lak in Thailand in search of more information regarding the gold key and their fate is unknown.

Paul is in Iraq as part of a DoD team gathering data for a Sequential Characteristics of Organizational Readiness to Execute wheel chart.

Daphne left the retreat on Sconticut Neck after an incident involving feral cats. She is believed to be on Monhegan Island.

I have taken a job as groundskeeper for a nearby Episcopal Church. There is a small stone cottage in the field behind the church and I am considering leaving 177 to live there.

... no regrets, no tears goodbye ... take care of your blessings.