For some reason I’ve been getting recent views of what I’d considered a long-dormant blog, musings that I enjoyed to write until I suddenly pooped out. I am now much older than when I started, retired from a full-time job, but still writing fiction. I’ve competed the first draft of a novel that takes place in the Little Europa neighborhood of Chicago, and in a place just a few blocks south that the inhabitants call “our secret neighborhood.”

I’ll keep whatever readers who journey here posted on that and and anything else I find amusing. Or appalling.