POSTCARDS: Dispatches from a Personal Journey

This is my first foray into blogging. Golly gosh wow; I guess I'm a writer now! Maybe next I'll butter my chest, take the Black & Decker to my cerebral cortex and find fame on Reality TV. Then I'd be a writer and a star! Let's see, now, which drill bit should I use for the self-lobotomy if I want to be as big as Kardashian, Breitbart or Huffington? Or, hell, maybe I could be the next Oprah. Somebody has to; she's leaving a big void -- and I mean big. Talent? Pssshhh. You don't need that, not anymore, not in our culture. It;s like I said the other day when The New York Times ran that headline, "Are all bloggers journalists?": Of course they are! Isn't your butcher a surgeon?