Elder Whitney here. I have no shame in taking a leaf from a blogger much admired in another part of this mission, one whose assignment mimics mine. Never light minded, but always light hearted, he seems to be able to find a silver lining in just about every cloud. In fact, his writings ring a bit of Mark Twain. My tendency is to ramble, more like William Faulkner, or maybe James Joyce, but of course miles from their talent with words. Rambling is a nice word for disorganized. The only reason I don't direct the reader to his blog, where you can get a Northern Ireland context, is that he is not me, and hopefully our friends and family, or whoever else might be so fortunate as to grace the pages of this blog, will find that it contains sufficient insight as to warrant his or her attention and at least passing interest. Make of it what you will. This writer does intend to improve not only on clarity, but on content, as the days progress and he becomes more accustomed to not only blogging, but to typing on this new laptop and working with this new software program or whatever it is properly called, including this word processing brand, whatever it is, which seems to include an unfathomable ability to plant what is being typed anywhere and everywhere but where it is supposed to be in the sentence being typed!
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