At a crossroads

Here's the thing: I've got the best job in town. No exaggeration. But with a new job comes new responsibilities. And new equipment. My master SJH mailing list is locked up in the old laptop, nowhere near where I need it at 4pm on Friday afternoons. So apologies for missing so many of you over the last few months. I'm trying to get it sorted out.

Meanwhile, play continues at SJH. And here's the blog again. How come? Last week someone—let's call him Mr. Dockery—buttonholed me about why I haven't been writing anything or posting to the blog. "Too busy," I said shamefacedly. "Baloney," he said. "What does it take you, 20 minutes?"

"You know," I said, "my new job's kind of high-profile. I don't want to leave a trail of weirdness that gets me in hot water."

"Phft!" said Dockery. "You're better than that."

"Come on, man," I pleaded.

We were standing at half court. "Look," said Dockery. "I'm going to shoot from right here. Half court. It goes it, you start up the blog again. Deal?" I liked the odds.

He shoots.

He scores.

And here I am.

Let me know if you will or will not be playing hoops at St. John tomorrow. Set your status here.