I can’t help but wonder what’s become of some of my favorite voices in the blawgosphere. I expect that Jamie Spencer is busily preparing for Blawg Review #175, though he’s been awfully quiet lately.
But what of Anne Reed? Deliberations was one of the finest, most thoughtful and interesting blawgs that ever graced the practical blawgosphere. It’s been more than a month since Anne has put fingers to keyboard, and her absence has not gone unnoticed.
Then there’s Norm (background: entire bar yells “Norm!”) Pattis. After retiring (again) from the daily grind of expressing errant thoughts, what does he do to fill those empty, lonely hours? I picture Norm in a saffron robe, one long pony tail down his back, sitting cross-legged in the last remaining ashram in Greenwich, Connecticut, fastidiously painting the ancient Mandarin character for lo mein on rice paper will carefully sipping his vodka martini so as not to soil his work.
After a while in the practical blawgosphere, a certain camaraderie develops. When someone inexplicably fades from view, they don’t necessarily fade from memory. Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? At the very least, say hello and let us know that you’re doing well.
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Cheer up. Gideon is still out there. Norm’s neighbor.
I miss Norm 🙁
I feel ya. Blogs become sort of a conversations among friends. So I missing not hearing Norm’s voice, too.
Actually, I have been training my border collies in Bethany. I need a passport to get into Greenwich.
The things we have to do to get a rise out of you. How long does it take to train some border collies?
Yes, I miss Anne Reed terribly. I didn’t even WANT to ask because I didn’t want any bad news. Joltin Joe Has Left and Gone Away
Sadly, as you blog over the years you’ll see this happen over and over again.
I know. Even in my short time aboard I’ve seen it. But I don’t have to like it, especially when it comes to some exceptionally good voices like Anne’s and Norm’s. My hope is that if I call them out, maybe they’ll realize that there are people out there who appreciate them and they’ll get back in the saddle.
Vickie, I wish you’d asked — I never thought anyone would actually worry about me. As you’ll see from my return post today, I’ve been happily at rest, but I’m back now.
Yes, I actually WORRIED about you. Not so strange, I imagine. We do become an odd floating family. I’m sure the anthropologists or sociologists understand it but I felt like an overly cautious mother fretting over her child’s well being at sleep-away camp. Glad you’re back!!