Yes, way back when – or as they say now, in the day, almost everyone had a blog and you could read about disgusting in-laws, and cheating husbands and snooty friends and who knows what all. I came close to knowing a lot of, however, for I let my eyes scan over all the soap opera plots that were being written in real time.

When I named The Leaning Cow, I didn’t need to lean much because I was not yet 60 and the reference was more to those minutes before the leaning cow became a tipped cow. But, I have to admit, it wasn’t so much that as that I simply liked the sound of theleaningcow. Now, I do tend to lean when I get a chance. Years will do that to you. I am also leaning here in a blog woods that has been heavily logged. All these stories that where but a click away are back behind closed doors.

I came here today because the facebook thing is a nice way to see pictures of trips and read inspirational short paragraphs and sayings that used to be featured as framed prints at stores in malls, which have themselves taken one, if not for the team, at least taken one. (It’s so nice to write here for I can let my inner silly self just roam free as far as English composition is concerned.)

I still can’t stand Joe Biden.