Jack The Scribbler

From all over, I have received various forms of assistance — unfortunately, none of them financial — but most of them unexpected. (Good enough.)

And to them, my benefactors, I dedicate this blog entry.

Meanwhile, friends who have decided to risk their reputations by sticking with me through thick and thin all these years (i.e., long-term friends, college buddies, et. al.) deserve separate, individual blog entries, commending their support, loyalty, etc. (I’ll get to that soon. After all, I’ve written enough stuff about you.)

In any case, this sudden outburst of gratitude was the result of having received a set of photos for the header of this blog.

It came from Nikka C., a former co-worker whom I will repay by sending two books her way. Thanks, Nikka, I appreciate the photos very much.

Others who deserve my thanks include:

Alan R., for free beer, pizza, and advice (journalistic and otherwise);

Doc Caloy R., for putting up with the visits to his clinic in which the only thing we talked about were old Mac computers. I hope the Color Classic I gave you is still running;

Toff H., for fixing my Palm V years ago and offering to take up all my old electronic junk. I should have shipped some your way but they were just too heavy;

Butch D., for putting up with the irregular house visits, unreasonable requests, and failure to keep in touch regularly;

Mr. mid-sized food company chief executive (whose name I now forgot) who replaced the batteries on my Palm V ten years ago;

And last but not least, the older unidentified woman who lent me her pair of scissors while at the post office which moments later, I returned broken but didn’t tell her about it. (Sorry if you felt betrayed by some random stranger. But really, that pair of scissors was nibbling its way towards retirement, ma’am.)

To all of you, thank you. (And to the Guy Upstairs, The Big G., or whatever other crazies may call you, thanks.)