I am reminded, as I look at my hit counter this evening, I became in my mind an official member of the journal community with a mention in Beth's journal, something along the lines of "look, here's another one" on her side bar, the reminder being the number of people who are coming in through Xeney right now. The voice, that's a nice complement. I'm not sure anyone else has ever said that before, but, of course, it doesn't matter. My rejoinder is it's best I didn't tag along with the karaoke group and sing Some Enchanted Evening or Old Man River in a darkened room. Women would have skipped like gazelles over the age barrier, me in their sight, Ezio Pinza on their eyes, and we'd have been trampled. Right there. Trampled. It would have been ugly. So I have to be careful with this voice, you understand, careful with gazelles on a late night Pinza high, careful with hallucinations, come to think of it, like this one.

Anyway, a simple thanks to the five who put Journalcom together, thanks for this interesting experience. Good to see Steve (I tried not to dominate your time, sir, although I did, I did), to meet Jill and Lucy and (of course) Pamie, have lunch with Amanda and Jenn and Javina and the fabulous Renee (fabulous because she reminds me of an old friend from Kentucky) and to meet Lisa of Penguin Dust who's book list puts mine to shame (Awwww.) and some other folks who's names will come to me, as more and more things come to me these days, after this is posted. (Awwwww.)