Being the vice chairman of the Procrastinators Anonymous group of the greater Monterey area (if I ever fill out the paperwork) poses a huge problem for a publisher. To write the 150 words or so for this note takes me a month. You see, I’m also a writer with lifelong writer’s block. So that, combined with procrastination, at least allows my masochistic side to get pleasure. I’m heading out the door, going to the Blues Festival and two-finger typing some sort of gibberish on the keyboard, constantly checking the word count to see if I’m close enough to stop. Check out the new restaurant page in this issue. Oh yeah, and a special note to that twenty-something who held the door for me the other day and said, “After you, sir.” May you break a nail!
The Head Fool Speaks
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