Well, I'm back. No thanks to Apple or Google. Neither was useful after hours and hours on the phone in trying to solve my blog block on Google.
That was remedied by Son Rick's friend Tim, who arrived as I was seconds away from a nervous breakdown , pushed some buttons and Bingo!, it worked in less than 3 minutes.
The bigger question for me by now was how would I fill the empty hours that were usually infused with blogging for 8 years. How could I make amends with the darkened screen that had mirrored my thoughts above all others, including the useless stuff. How could I ever again determine how many times Dino Restelli had struck out on a 2-2 count with a runner in scoring position and his team behind by 15 runs in the bottom of the ninth. Or how many times John Kasich has told us that his father was a mailman.?
You grow listless. You spend more time on the New York Times Sunday crossword with your mind out of sorts. . You are a prisoner. Your ideas for possible columns with no place to put them are overlaid on 12 across or 10 down. You recall a Smith-Corona typewriter that you bought at a PX when you were in the Air Force. It always did what you wanted it to do and could be carried on a plane. You could even make instant copies with carbon paper. even if your fingertips turned ink blue.
Whatever happened to the good ol' days? When I wanted so send an article to the Washington Post or one of several magazines that I had occasion to write for, I merely folded t he paper, fit it into a big envelope and MAILED it.
Enough of this gibberish. As I began this report I told you it was a learning experience. I can only hope it lasts. And that Tim continues to be available.