What the world needs is another blog.
Well, not really.
Years ago, an old man named Tom liked to sit on his front porch, smoking his pipe, and watching the world go by. A man of few words, Uncle Tom nevertheless welcomed the company of his great nephew, an elementary school student, and listened to the boy talk about whatever he saw or thought about. Uncle Tom is gone now, but those times on the Porch are a mind’s eye model of the aim of this venture.
And now, the Porch is a computer screen, and day by day the world still passes by.
