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Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

I don’t usually double-post these days, but just as an administrative note, Ol’ Robbo would direct your attention to the Port Swiller blogroll on your left.  As you can see if you’re a regular friend of the decanter, it’s a bit different this evening, as Ol’ Robbo finally got around to cleaning it up.

Basically, I deleted several links to sites (mostly MSM) that I simply don’t read anymore, (And with some of which I’ve come to be in violent disagreement recently.  Yeah, Bill Kristol and Jonah Goldberg, I’m looking at you!)  The vast majority of changes, however, involve my finally consigning a bunch of links to long-dormant fellow blogs to “Under the Table” status.  I really mean this as a mark of respect.  Even though a lot of these blogs have been dead three, four, five years or more, and some of them have even been deleted completely from their hosts, I like to keep their memories alive because of the impact they’ve had on me.  Bumpers all round, Ladies and Gentlemen, and no heel taps!

Of course, Robbo is well aware of his propensity, when he finally gets up the energy to clean things out, for going a bit overboard.  (Not half as much as Mrs. Robbo, but that’s a story for a different post.)  So if I’ve deleted or reassigned a linky in error, please let me know.  (And, as always, if any friend of the decanter has suggestions for blogs I ought to be reading but am not, please send those in as well.)


Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

This weekend, Mrs. Robbo and I drove down to the Tidewater to take Middle Gel to an accepted applicants to-do at her new school.  Part of the festivities involved a big BBQ lunch yesterday (given in the school’s gym instead of on the UVA-inspired lawn due to the craptacular weather).  We sat down at random with another kid and his parents, and damme if after five minutes of conversation it didn’t turn out that not only do these people live just a couple blocks away from Mrs. R’s Montessori school, but that the Dad also works for the same employer as I do (for about the same amount of time) and was two years ahead of me at The People’s Glorious Soviet of Middletown and knew a couple of the same people I did there. UPDATE: Oh, this fellah and I also both went to law school in the Great Commonwealth of Virginny, (although he was a Groovy U-V and I was not).  And not only do I know personally the managing partner of the firm he used to work for, but that same managing partner’s daughters used to babysit the Gels back in the day.

Eyebrow status? Raised to eleven.





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