No sooner do we put out one SandPaper than you folks expect another one. I should have gotten into a career of, say, statue building. “There. Done. Call me in a hundred years or so.”

My main umbilical to the real world has become Facebook. It’s got nothing to do with living vicariously through others. Instead, there’s something oddly comforting in knowing that everyone else lives as boringly as I do. “That’s not a real sand crab. That’s too small to be a real sand crab.”