Harry Hope's Saloon

This blog takes it's name from the setting for O'Neill's The Iceman Cometh -- a lousy gin-mill; a smoked-out, greasy dive where the habitues have all landed, it seems, permanently. Their lives, in each case, are paralyzed by fear and laziness. Like my own.

Wednesday, December 22, 2004


At last ...

Just about one month since I sat in my two-bedroom apartment, preparing to take my temporary leave from the blogosphere (so called), from virtually all form of life in the Web - unable to surf for any sustained period of time, to ponder over email, to stay electronicaly abreast of world events --

I am in my new five bedroom, two-story home, computer room assembeled. Ready to begin again.


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