Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

Two years ago I thought I was the only one left in the universe celebrating (not sure if that's the right word) NaBloPoMo. Frankly, you might have even convinced me I was the only maniac left still hammering away at the old web log. (And if I just confused you with the "web log" lingo, I might have also thought it possible I'm the last one standing who still remembers explaining to a confused book club about this newfangled "blog" thing and how it was just "web" and "log" jammed together.) But then last year, feeling elderly and bereft, I googled "NaBloPoMo." And I found San's web log -- available with a wireless and/or ethernet internet hookup at   https://theinbetweenismine.com/nablopomo /.  San has daisy chained together a few dozen bloggers still pounding away out here with me in the world wide web. Chugging along the information superhighway as it were, getting passed on all sides by god knows what social media content ...