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Friday, September 29, 2000
Now, Duane... ease up on poor Jane. Remember that not so long ago... you too were a young and impetuous blogger. Jane, I hope you don't mind, but I added myself to your blog team. It's only to keep Duane in check until you start writing with all your might and will.
Monday, September 25, 2000
First of all, thanks to Grant, Web Renaissance Man, and King of, for all his help in setting up my first blog. And grudging thanks go to Duane Wheatcroft, himself the author of various pithy sayings that show up on, for the constant reminders about how I'm not getting any younger and how I haven't blogged in, oh, minutes.
I intended my first offering to be about my weekend spent with the millionaires in California, a week which--not surprisingly--was completely enjoyable. Generally the rich are just like us, did you know? Oh sure, they have their foibles--returning an extra package of Boboli pizza sauce ($1.99) to the store to get money back, but spending $30K on carpeting for the 5-car garage. But they (or one of their menials) put their pants on one leg at a time.
It must be a matter of priorities. Anyway, I love the rich and they've been very, very good to me. Then I was going to talk about slow running in the Alberta mountains in a crowd of 5,000 not-so-slow runners. But there just isn't the time today. Thanks again, Grant and Duane, and know that your kindnesses will not go unanswered. Ominous organ chord called for here.
Tuesday, September 05, 2000
Hi Jane. Welcome to your new blog.