A cloudy Sunday morning here in Rantucky. I found Del typing away on her Coffee Party netbook. She offered day old coffee, left over from her morning at the Champaign Farmer’s Market. (She’s selling non-confrontational politics, a brand I, unfortunately, can’t totally support.) Then she showed me a syndicated blog on a Facebook page. I Googled it down. It turned out to be a really useful (if dangerous) FB app. I set it up, blanching as usual at the giving of permissions (to hound my friends, my “friends,” and my “Facebook Friends.”)

So while I have more to post, especially about the phonograph and music box show, I’m checking in here and writing this as a test of syndication. It’s no more than I “Hi, Mom” moment. Happy Father’s Day.