Back To Work, er…Fun

The massive project–a volunteer, service-short of shindig–that has kept me away from the blogosphere for the past month or so culminated almost flawlessly this past weekend, but now we find ourselves a week past due starting seeds for the spring garden, despite the bitter cold and snow we’ve been enjoying, and well behind schedule on our taxes, which this Die Strafeyear will be followed by FAFSAS forms for my kids. So, while I’m not totally unencumbered by real world responsibilities, I may actually get in more than a post a week, not to mention have some time to keep up with all of your stuff, which I’ve missed more than you probably know.  Fair warning: it shouldn’t be too long before my smart-assed strafing of reply boxes picks up once more, so get those little pie plate helmets on yer heads and get the sirens going.

 

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About JunkChuck

Native, Militant Westsylvanian (the first last best place), laborer, gardener, and literary hobbyist (if by literary you mean "hack"). I've had a bunch of different blogs, probably four, due to a recurring compulsion to start over. This incarnation owes to a desire to dredge up the best entries of the worst little book of hand-scrawled poems I could ever dream of writing, salvageable excerpts from fiction both in progress and long-abandoned. and a smattering of whatever the hell seems to fit at any particular moment. At first blush, I was here just to focus on old, terrible verse, but I reserve the right to include...anything. Maybe everything, certainly my love of pulp novels growing garlic, the Pittsburgh Steelers and howling at the moon--both figuratively and, on rare occasions, literally.
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