Friends, I have to admire the incomparable Ambrose Hofstadter Bierce, III. Looks like I've lured him, at least temporarily out of his adobe abode. He throws a little snark my way, but he's good humored about it. I was a fan of his short-lived blog and a few of you have already commented that he's inspired me, minus the fustian prose. He had a winning formula for sure.
Wish I knew who he was...or is. Still no one has 'fessed up to me yet.
Too bad he'd rather have his nose in a glass of tequila than in front of a typewriter. But good for me. Happy Holidays wherever you are AHB!