Under the weather (which is cold and wet)

Back in Pittsburgh, which is still in the grips of winter. I’m in the grips of the grippe, or some such virus coughed onto me on the transatlantic flight from Istanbul (thanks, guy).

There are few things more boring than a blogger blogging about why they’re not blogging. So my apologies.

Whatever traces of insights I can muster are on Jacket Copy. I’ll be back. Right after this fever breaks.

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I like sitting in Jack Webb's booth.