When the server sent word that a readership of this page had opened in Thai-land, it was almost as startling as if one had landed in Kansas. I don't know about one's betters, but immediately Whitman came to mind: I no doubt deserve my enemies, but I don't believe I deserve my friends. It's not that we're unaware that this 'web' thingamajig doesn't stop; it's that those of us who are rooted in agriculture reserve a kind of awe for meeting those who also are, in another parish.
Yet even we who stay at home have purposes - Cole Porter wrote a song about it, not that statistics didn't favour its creation, among several hundred others. But we know it well, because it was cut from Fifty Million Frenchmen (1929). I thought of this posting in gratefulness to a very considerate blogger, whose embar-rassment with our illustrations is unintended. And he does the thing the song enjoins, busy as he has to be, tending to others as far-flung from the Hudson as the Boston Common. Why Don't We Try Staying Home is in his stack of Bobby Short LP's, and one shouldn't be surprised if he knows it by heart. Once a Whiffenpoof . .