A withered old man moves about the shop, dusting off shelves and packing the last few items left. He pauses now and then, looking with misty eyes at some item from long ago. Memories flood back and a wistful smile steals over his ancient lips. After a moment he shakes his head and keeps moving until all that remains is a few tightly packed boxes and an empty store.

He's sitting on the stoop when his son arrives and starts carrying that last of the boxes to the truck. When the shop is empty he walks around once more....seeing blemishes and dings that bring back more old memories. His eyes are misty again and his lips tremble as he walks out of the door and locks it behind him. He takes one last long look at the store face before turning and climbing into the truck with his son.

"Lets go Boy", he says as tears run freely down his face.

Well...the name on the Marque tends to indicate that a Rant or two should be seen here.......Honestly, that hasn't happened in a while and so.......its time to close up shop. Perhaps a new Blog from the Madman will spring up somewhere......I hope so but this old man is tired and this old shop, while full of memories, well....its not the place for what I want to say or do anymore. Time to move on.

I hope you've been entertained, amazed, frightened and challenged while visiting here. Often I've written to start a thought process for myself and others. I gone back later and maybe disagreed with myself. I've smiled at other's disagreeing with me because sometimes that was the whole point.I hope things you've seen here have made you think. I hope you never stop.

Fare Thee Well
The Management