And then there's blog.

Bea Arthur is dead.  As the old saying goes, when one soul dies, another blog is born.

And so, I dedicate my first entry to Maude... Tuckahoe's most outspoken broad!  The one who tried to pass off oregano as marijuana...who sauced around like a lady of half her height and breadth when a telethon or community show required her services...who never backed down from a fight with her lilliputian 17th husband Walter.

As you can see from this picture, she's urging me on with a "Gooooooo, girl" from beyond the grave.  Thanks, Bea!  I will.