Out of the Starting Gate

What am I doing here? I’m from the era of wooden pencils, so let me get my footing before expecting too much of me. I reserve the right to share typos without apology; bore you to tears (or Rocky Road ice cream, that’s better); ramble; and amuse myself far more than I could a reader. So, Dear Reader, Brave Reader, read on. I think that is enough for the first day. I believe I’ll have that Rocky Road ice cream now.