Hi Pam! Thank you for noticing my silence. I am sorry I made you worry. Let me explain.

All is well, even swell over here. This is the Year of the Flea. My wife retired, got restless and made me hop all over this little country and beyond. I am not sure the Department of Satire is the right environment for personal messages, but what the heck, we live in the Age of the Ego. My musical life expanded too, all to my never ending happiness. Lots of chamber music of Dvorak, a great composer.

But the real reason I’m a little less active on Medium is the shattering feeling of doom caused by the loss of a great friend, formerly known as Uncle Sam. It really feels like carpet bombing with crazy news by a band of irresponsible, evil fools. What is there to say? I applaud my satirist friends. I read the pieces of the resistance. I keep hoping this nightmare will end. I often think the beast lives because it is fed. Let’s use the time we have for worthier subjects.