I have begun the process of culling volunteers.  What’s a literary blog without feedback, right?  Whether through cajoling, begging, or bribing, I will assemble a modest but motley band of eyes and ears for this effort.  As I write I can hear the winds whipping bullets of water against the walls of my single wide splendor.  The hurricane is far to the south, but the storms will come nonetheless.  So off into it I go to work, to cut metal and bend metal and make people happy.  Ciao for now.