Red Roof, Gloucester

I am lucky enough to have made some lifelong friends in high school, and every July, as many of us as can make it - and we all really try to make it - gather at a place called Red Roof, in Gloucester, MA. It's an annual rite of fun, relaxation and alcohol-aided silliness, a highpoint of the summer, and something to which I look forward every year.

Anyway, the point of all this is that there will be no post today, as I am wholly unplugged, chilled out, and not thinking about global, national, local or personal problems. Even we angry bloggers have got to recharge now and then!

Regular posting will resume later this week.