Internet guy who believes in the triumph of humanity with a little help from technology. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
May 27, 2002
I was working away on my book today and all of a sudden I heard drums. A memorial day parade went by our little barn. It was complete with veterans, musicians, girl scouts, boy scouts, and brownies. I heard the band teacher say, "Adam, you're the man. Give us a rum-tum-tum, rum-tum-tum to follow on the way to the graveyard." It was some good Americana. And there's ice on Mars. Good stuff.