Keep up the posting 'cause I'll be checking every day, and commenting when there's a chance to be a smartass. Clicking on my name will take you to my blog. I hope you leave me some evocative reflections.
I love you.

In order for this comment thingee on your blog to work, you gotta answer, girl.

Okay, once a month I will comment despite the almost daily check up on you, until you realize your blog is not just about you, you have to cater to your adoring fans and admirers down home, so throw us (me) a bone, its not like the phone, you can compose all alone, or answer you're just a rolling stone, or tell a joke that makes those at home groan, or stand by a door to show how you've grown … my how time flies, must be me mouth
come see me soon, and end this drouth before I go south.

Well, it's that time of the month again. Hello out there in tourdomland. It's your forgotten past waving from the back of the crowds lining your every venue. Hello, hello, I miss you.

Yes, that was me commenting on your wonderfully personalized cover of Cohen. Did it get you to pay attention to your comments? We shall see — I'd rather see you in person but time takes its time.

Back again. Some day you'll discover what the comments part of a blog is for and then you will know of my devotion as your unarguably oldest fan and abiding my love. I guess I could email you, but I like being discovered rather than shouting, "Here I am!" But I am, here, that is.
Rock on sweetheart and know I check back often to see if you have seen.

just checking in to the place where nobody's home.

Just me, vainly checking in on the absentee blogger