Oh sure, Diana is mourned and I wanted to give my theory that she was assassinated by the crown, which I conjecture by all the history of the English crown and the murders I read of in Shakespeare's plays. But that won't change things, because Diana is gone and will not return, yet it weighs heavily in the way Prince Will may run things, or at least in the posing of it.
I want to thank my illustrious editor but never censor Mr. Curry, Time MAN OF THE YEAR for his bravery in hiring me last year (please forward my final check to Zihuatenejo). His helmsmanship at ninetyandnine is worthy of praise and recognition. It's just that it's so...underground. But that may be changing, soon.
And thanks to all you faithful readers of House Calls® (9 at last count) and may you divert over to the new blogger and give him a chance. And speaking of the pronoun issue, when I'm reading and the author states she for the general term instead of he, I'm thinking..."who is she?" And usually my confusion is followed by my slinging the article of writing across the room and on a day with good aim, into the nearest trash repository. It detracts and distracts.
Enough of that. There is one constant here, by existence of the fact we are unified by our Book of Acts experience in this, what my good Vermont bud calls our post-modern world. I call it our post 60's cultural revolution world, a place where decorum on almost any issue is thrown out with disdain so that apathy and amorality can reign. Also, immorality is more interesting to our entertainment-obsessed America than the immortality we all face.
So, now that my year long journey and excursion into Blogland has ended, I bid you
Adieu.
-stu, House Calls® 2006-2007















