This could be my last blog for a while. I don’t know. Maybe, or maybe not. We’ll see. I just know that in the last few weeks a thing that seemed ominous and worrisome, but way out beyond the horizon, has become far more than that. This coronavirus is not a joke. It’s not a hoax. It’s nothing to be trifled with. My blog has, since Day 1 back in August of 2005, almost always been focused on fun, nonsense, uplifting stories, nostalgia, heartfelt relationships, and the love of life. I’ve rarely (if ever) pontificated or preached. I have my opinions, and others have theirs, but I’ve tried valiantly to keep those things outside the realm of the regular “stream of consciousness” that has defined this blog forever.

This was one very special week. It was heartwarming, loving, exciting, adventurous, full of travel even after we got down to Florida, and nostalgic. It was a lot of really good feelings. 

The word is “plaque.” For some reason, I always want to put a “c” in there and spell it placque, but a quick search on the Google machine instructed me, in no debatable terms, that the word “placque” is nothing more than “a misspelling of the world plaque” so there you have it. Late yesterday I was searching for a theme of any sort for this week’s blog, and (like most of them) it came to me out of the blue. The theme would be about plaques.

I toyed with the idea of skipping the blog this week, for a couple of reasons. The first was the fact I was really on a roll with the new book over the last few days, cranking out page after page until my typing would get sloppy. I wanted to keep that up. My editor Greg Halling is now waiting on me to get him more content and I know I owe it to him. The second reason was the fact I had no theme in mind, although that’s rarely stopped me in the past. What to do?