I'm on a boat.

At least I will be, tomorrow morning, en route to my new home for the summer. I plan on writing a lot more--hopefully--than I have the past year. We'll see if that dream comes true.

Dear Readers: 

the shock from moving from the city to suburbia will be taken one step further, only to stick me in the middle of an island. There I will wait tables, meet new people, read, play my guitar, smoke my pipe, make beans and rice and climb Mt. Constitution. 

I'll keep you posted.