Dear John: This is the new age

Miles from any road, far from any other person, are me and the dog. No sounds of traffic, no planes, no power lines, no nothing. I could die tonight, and nobody would know for days. (I like that.)

But I post pictures of the sunset, or the beer I had with my meal, or whatever, and I swiftly hear from people all over, from Newfoundland to out West. It’s amazing, truly.

I know that the popular consensus is that Twitter, et al. are depersonalizing, isolating, and so on. But tonight, I can attest, it feels like I have 100 people over for dinner, and it that ain’t so bad.

Oh, and everything is good, John. Over 10,000 words written, and I cleared some scrub, and tomorrow I clean the boat. Listening to later Son Volt. Wish she was here, wish the kids would call me, but you can’t have everything.

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