New Year's Eve will mark many things, among them the demise of this blog.
I'm tired, I'm done. There's a discernable masturbatory element to this blogging business that has always creeped me out, just a bit. Name your favourites, it's the same. The bigs and the smalls, it's all a bit of a Hunter Thompson moment.
Back to the desert.
I experienced two, three decades of professional acclaim and two trips to the cardiac ICU. And for what? We have these celebrities, - right and left -, and why? I have lunched with heads of state and dined with one of the first six men to walk on the moon. I had a private interview with Trudeau and Lalone and James Richardson and David Lewis and so many others.
I have seen great men and small men and all I see today are small men. Liberal, NDP, Conservative - discards, seconds.
Shouldn't matter much to me. I'm heading back to the desert. That is where I find peace.
So anyway, just saying "goodbye."