Happy twenty-ten

As we've all been saying to each other the past few days, happy new year.

And to those requesting more blog NOW, gimme a few minutes - it's been end of year clean-up time, both professionally and personally. Also true for most of us.

It's coming, though...stories are germinating, and entwined memory threads are coming untangled. Lots of the stories happened simultaneous to each other - it takes time to tease them apart. Of course, we know that I'll be making some up. As per instructions from the legal department.

But have no fear - I WILL tell the stories of the motorcycle rally, the opera house of the damned, the VFW, the christmas decorations wars, and how I finally found a permanant home. Also, of the players; the gay mayor and his partner, and their business, the Mancos Inn, the women from the lesbian ranch, a.k.a. the lezervation, or the lez res, the weird temporary homes I landed in and other assorted episodes.

So hang in there - more next week.