Come out and play

This initial post is intended to coax my good friend to come out and play in cyberspace. Frankly, I couldn't do justice to the intent of this weblog without you.

I realize this blog may come as a bit of a surprise to you. If you agree to join in the fun, perhaps on your birthday I will give you your own radio show. I'll call up and say, "Happy Birthday! ... you're on the air." That's the latest trend, you have to couple your blog with a radio show to be part of the new media. Then we can spend three hours in self-indulgent introspection while your wife and kids sit around the cake watching the candles burn down to the nubs, covering the cake in wax and creating one of those marital 'issues' that last for decades, of which you can be reminded again and again. But eastern Maine will certainly benefit from our thoughts.

Of course, all of the work we pour into this endeavor has but one end in mind; all of the name-recognition building, the millions of individual page hits per day, the syndicated radio show, the trust we build with our readership is leading up to one thing alone-- the Charle Rose interview. Oh that glorious day when Mr. Rose, you and myself are seated around that circular table in the dark, speaking openly and freely about exciting, bold engaging ideas. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I do intend to post many of the emails we have sent each other over the past year or so, so we can start this thing at a good clip. But I haven't quite figured out how to post them in an intelligent manner just yet. So, to proceed, I think I'll first have to have your permission. Perhaps any private information should be edited out.

Waiting in the void ...