Into exile

I find myself sitting amidst total chaos, with workmen and work tools from every trade surrounding me. They now demand that I disconnect the computer so it can be packed. They are upon me. This shall be my final message.

Let my last words be received like the final diary entry from a starved and frozen -- but stalwart -- Antarctic explorer: "Tell my family that I did my duty. I faced my fate calmly, with regret only for those dear to me whom I left behind. As eulogy, say only that I died like an Englishman."

Thus, the Northwest Corner shuts down, its presses stilled, its editor exiled, its cats in disarray. But returning to life on August 24.

Namaste, and hang in there!