Flog #2, From Scottsdale, AZ
I can’t believe the underwhelming response to my first FLOG. Thanks Mom.
I’m incredibly busy crafting answers to the deluge of email I expect from you, my fascinated readers, so I will have to make this installment brief. This will no doubt be a relief to my daughter, Ruth, who once replied to a brilliantly penned e-missive with a curt, “your e-mails are too long.”
I responded, “for 40 years I wrote 30-second radio spots, 10-second TV IDs, and 7-word outdoor billboards. If 3rd graders can read Harry Potter 750 pages at a time, a brilliant woman with access to the President of the United States can read a damn e-mail from her father. Hereafter, if you want to know how I am, or who died, or who’s getting divorced, ask your sister (she reads my email).”
Meanwhile, back in the salt mines, Eileen is busily tending to the myriad details of forming a new business entity which will not only generate vast riches, but protect us from lawsuits, the IRS, long-lost relatives, and Glen Beck.
Until next time my Flog Followers (Floggowers?) ...
