After a long period of neglect, here I am with my little blog again.

Here’s what happened: Around the end of January 2006, my phone broke. I got another phone, circa 1999, with no camera. So I haven’t been taking any cell phone pictures for more than a year.

Well, I just got a new one that takes pictures, and I’m intending to return to my old blogging ways. There for awhile, I did it very often, chronicling my nights at Channel 11.

It’s fun to look at all those old posts and pictures. A lot of things have changed in the past two years and all for the better. How fortunate I am to be able to say that.

This blog is an effortless way to chronicle life. I hope it will be a treasured tunnel to the past in the years ahead.

For now, I’m just mournful over the passing of summer. It’s already August 2. Summer undoubtedly is here, but the empire is falling. It’s slowing down. The second half of summer is bitter. There’s a doom as the fun leaks out of the year. By mid-September, summer has those teary old-man eyes. The life drops out of them.

I’m already savoring those humid, warm, bright early mornings. Fewer than 10 weeks — 10 weeks — until jackets. A few months until coats. Scarves and gloves will follow.