If P.T. Barnum was living today, he might say, “A pain-in-the-ass blogger is born every second.” And, of course, this second, I’m the pain in the ass. I’ll be coming to you from the tippy-top of Wisconsin, on the shore of Lake Superior, and where ever else I roam, on a regular basis. You’ll notice I slyly didn’t mention what “regular” means. It could be daily. It could be regular like uncle-louie-in-the-outhouse-for-45-minutes-every-other-Tuesday. You choose. I’ll post. Maybe we’ll meet somewhere in the middle.