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One Year - Thanks


March 18, 2013.  The cake has a single candle with a small flickering flame (except there isn’t any cake because it generates too many points on Weight Watchers).  One year old.  When I started this blog, I really didn’t know what a blog was or what kind of people were bloggers.  Other than family kindnesses, it seemed unlikely that people would read the ramblings of one old man telling some stories or offering some life lessons that might one day speak to his grandsons.  But we began this journey a year ago.  Sixty three posts and about six thousand hits later, I’m still writing and many of you continue to return to the cigar box.

Visits to the cigar box have come from Russia almost two hundred times.  Hundreds more have visited from scattered spots covering the globe.  At last count these posts have traveled to at least twenty five countries. I cannot guess what led each reader to this speck in cyberspace but I am grateful for every set of eyes that has paused in the cigar box. Setting these words and stories free is a joyful act but knowing they have touched kindred spirits close to home and miles away is an unexpected, gratifying bonus.

While the comment gadget at the bottom of each post was broken for a while, it appears to be up and running again.  I don’t know what caused it to break nor anything about how it was fixed – it’s one of the many mysteries of the blogosphere and blogspot.  However, comments are always welcome.  Emails are all read and appreciated.  Your thoughts, laughs and reminiscences breathe life into every story.

So this short post is to say thanks.  Thanks to every reader for taking the time to open and read the stories stored in the cigar box.  Thanks to each of you who found something there and shared it with your friends or family.  I’ll keep going and hope you will.  There has been a new post about once a week.  I’ll try to keep a steady pace, with a break now and again, and will let inspiration and events control the specific schedule.  Here we begin year two!

--td

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  1. Jennifer GrayMarch 18, 2013 at 4:21 PM

    Happy Birthday!

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  2. Oceanside West II C-2March 19, 2013 at 6:11 AM

    No Tom, we the readers thank you. I look forward to your blogs like I did Gil Thorp in the newspaper when I was a kid. Keep them coming . Andy

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