The other day I wrote a post for this site that would have made Faulkner, Steinbeck and Bradbury weep. Dave Barry would have been jealous of my wry wit. J.D. Salinger would have been stunned at the sweeping picture I painted of my surroundings and the brutal honesty from which I drew.
Alas, I was using an iMac at an internet cafe in San Francisco and when I meant to hit publish on my screen I accidentally backspaced. This triggered the back button wiping this modern literary morsel into the ether.
Now I can't remember what I had written exactly and it would be feeble for me to try so I will have to fill today's page with more drivel to soften the blow.