Well, it’s finally here. I ordered a complete book of the poems of Robert Frost and it arrived yesterday. As I drove up the street, I saw the postman trotting back to his little truck, having left my new book on the porch. It’s nice and thick, over 400 pages of poems. It ought to be for 16 bucks I guess.

I’m sure you’re wondering why I would bother to bring it up. Well, it’s just that I’m really into poetry. Have been for many years. I’ve been writing it for 24 years, since right after high school. I just thought I’d mention it, in case you’re looking for a blog about Howard Stern or something. I got a little carried away on that, but I really couldn’t care less.