Dear Beloved Readers of The Measure.
Conklin’s on Cape Cod, Mark is up the Hudson Valley, and Ben is, like, getting an amygdala implant or something. So you’re stuck with me today. Which means a lot of dream journal action; and some riffs on the dead-puck era and the role of the goon in the post-lockout NHL.
I’m also available to answer all your questions about romance, fear of death, and trouble at the workplace.
UPDATE: Mark just walked in, so you can forget the hockey talk on the blog today. (But I’ll still answer your personal questions.)