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Nature Abhors a Vacuum (and So Do Bloggers)

Speak to Me.

So there I was, talking away into thin air. Sitting on the front porch, my eyes closed, telling Brenda May all my hopes and dreams, my private aspirations for the future. Somewhere in the midst of my musings, Brenda May must have gotten hungry or sleepy … or bored.

Finally I asked what she was thinking, and no response came. Just silence. That’s when I opened my eyes and discovered I was alone, except for Gramps, the old blue tick hound down at the other end of the porch, who was eyeing me soberly. Except for him, I’d been talking into a vacuum. Believe me, vacuum sucks.