The Great Johnstown Flood

Late in the nineteenth century an avalanche of water came roaring down the river toward Johnstown, Pennsylvania.  Unsuspecting citizens found themselves caught up in the nightmare event of their lives, and many did not survive.

Today we have a flood of information roaring at us twenty-four hours a day.  Fortunately, this avalanche of information can be somewhat controlled, but only partially, and barely.  This data flows and flows, often with various biases admixed. 

Through a judicious use of time, and a careful setting of priorities I have been able to keep this blog afloat for over fourteen years.  I plan to stay afloat awhile longer.  But in order to accomplish this, I feel a further refining and re-focusing is going to be necessary.  Just what the result will be I am not yet clear about.  It will help once the Covid situation is sorted out, and once the Presidency returns to normality. 

Until the time of  relative Nirvana I will attempt to slog on, joyously at times, with sorrow at others, but with pride at all times -- I hope.  I hope, too, that you the reader will be encouraged to stick around, to bring your own powers of observation.  May this make for clearer vision for us all.