How Exactly Does One Retire a Blog?

In looking back through previous posts, I found that this blog had at least one reader -- maybe two. So I guess this is for you anonymous poster about Ray Kurzweil article link.

I'll never know for sure if you read every post, but I will always remember that we shared something (sniffle) special.

I was never required to write the small beer blog. I did it because I wanted to -- when I wasn't feeling lazy.

I will no longer be reporting for the Recorder, Lafayette Hill Journal or Plymouth Meeting Journal as of July 18. The last time you'll see my name in print will be the July 24 issue. And this is my last blog posting.

I'd invite you to my personal blog, but I stopped keeping one in college. I tired of the quintessentially American belief that everything we do is worth writing about (badly in most cases).

Where will I be going, you ask? You'll find me in scenic Chestnut Hill during work hours. Exactly where shouldn't be difficult to figure out if you're resourceful.

I guess what I'm saying is: "Roads? Where we're going we don't need no roads."

Over and out...

p.s. The picture above is what your brain really looks like on drugs.