Three Dot Witness…

With the trip east and the computer crash–and sobering personal encounters–I lost the mojo for this blog…sat at the keyboard, twiddling a bum thumb feelin’ mighty dumb and then some…words, images out of nowhere going nowhere…an Aztec on abandoned asphalt…the palpable mutual disdain of toy poodles and bonsai trees…a bowl of fat-gleaming mock-turtle soup…a bowl of fat-gleaming mock-Rosicrucians…

See what I mean? Nothing…and then I thought, so what?…One of my secular heroes is Herb Caen, a San Francisco Chronicle  columnist who won a Pulitzer with a self-invented style he dubbed three dot journalism…so here goes nothing…