Five years ago today, I sat down at my desktop PC and wrote, "Chapter One: I Am Born ... So let's see if I can keep this one up." Those first few little words sort of set the tone.
I never knew what I wanted this bloggy thing to be, but by the time I started it, I was old enough to know that most critters will inevitably grow up to be what they were meant to be all along. So I trusted Bigezbear to be, at least, entertaining and, I hoped, articulate.
What can I say? You feed 'em, try to dress 'em nice; then you send 'em out into the world and pray they don't embarrass you.
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