by J J Cohen
No future remains for the past. Our 1,135 posts at In the Middle have been fun ... but we do not see the point of going on to number 1,136. This isn't a Becket play. Godot has left the building.
That's what Eileen, Jeffrey, Mary Kate and Karl have determined. We won't take this blog down: we'll leave it as a fossil, an ichthyosaur sent to times to come that do not particularly desire our postmodernmedievalismnessosity. We hope it doesn't smell too bad as it festers before mineralizing.
As to the Tiny Shriner, he has packed his little bag of martini glasses and shakers, put the bag on a stick and has hit the road. He's been homeless and unloved before. We've heard he's headed to Kalamazoo. I advise all readers to avoid him as a homunculus of questionable integrity.