The View From Kalamazoo

Miss Susie more than a complex clapping game?
(The version I learned – Michigan in the mid-70s. Death and no sex – was I not part of female unity?):
Miss Susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell,
Miss Susie went to heaven and the steamboat went to Hell
O operator, please give me number nine, and if you disconnect me,
IÂ’ll kick you right behind
The ‘frigerator, there was a piece of glass,
Miss Susie sat upon it and it cut her little as
Sk me no more questions, tell me no more lies
Miss Susie told me all of this three days before she died
Her hair all purple, she died her hair all pink,
She dyed her hair in polka-dots and washed it down the sink!

Last week this here blog averaged 244 visitors a day. And I haven’t been posting much recently. I get almost nothing in the way of comments, however…is it Conversant that keeping commenters away? I’m curious…

Occasoinally I take a look at the reports generated by the system…most entertaining, of course, is the search engine traffic, since often the search string that leads them, eventually, to me is often hopelessly bizarre at best. Good for a laugh, at least. I find myself in the most interesting places…I’m here. Huh. And here. And here. Here, too. A posted bit of writing is on the internet forever. And the opinion columns I wrote for the Herald those many years back are all over the damn place (like here, for example). A brief attempt at political writing – not my bag, ultimately.