Mister Faded Glory is back. Just in time for decades in retrospective and other such fodder plaguing our broadband, newsprint, and airwaves.
Before we join the fray (Yes, of course we join the fray. My opinions matter! Read me at facebook and Twitter! Trust me, I’m much more unique than everyone!) – a quick update about the Mister Faded Glory situation.
Alluded to on Twitter, (apropos, I know) and never explained, I’ve now migrated east to Lawrence, Kansas, which is supposedly pretty cool, and supposedly better than the western outpost of Salina.
(I’m not sure, however, because I was informed by my neighbor that the city of Lawrence fines you if your walks aren’t cleared 48 hours after a blizzard. I’m all for city pride, but not when it encroaches on my own private sloth.)
Mister Faded Glory is now neatly located only blocks from the University of Kansas campus and much closer to friends in Des Moines, New York City, North Dakota, Kansas City, Suburban Connecticut, Denver by airport, and Clear Lake, Iowa. (Congrats to me, I’ve named all my readers.)
Anyway, we’ve got a new home. New office. And new world, but we still occasionally miss the one we left behind.
My old digs.
Salina, Kansas, was home for me for more than six years – besides Clear Lake as a kid, I’ve never lived anywhere else that long. I’ll miss it. Believe it or not.
This is me growing older, growing up, and more sentimental. In fact, I’m keeping the photo of my old yard as the banner atop the page. You see, I really will miss toiling for days in March in an unkempt back garden.
Consider it progress, until I besiege you with my own personal decade retrospective nonsense. First up, we’ll tackle movies, primarily because I can never remember what I read, and I’m trying to put together a Top-10 album list that doesn’t include all three Pearl Jam releases. (Regardless hint: Expect Tool’s Lateralus and Ellis’ Lunar Park to figure prominently.)
Anyway. We’re back, we’re home, and we’re writing again. Thought you were rid of us, but you’re not. Like a bad penny, we always turn up. Here’s to 2010.
