Narcissus Meets Ophelia, or The Time We Went Fishing with Our Friend Shiri

Recently, a friend of ours, upon realizing that blue skies forever is both the talk and toast of the town, asked that she have the honor of gracing its pages. Clever and charming though she may be, we generally don't let others dictate the content of our blog; indeed, what would happen if we let every Tom, Dick, and Harriett tell us what to publish? This may be a blog for the people, but it is not a blog by the people. Rather, it is a blog by ourself.

Nevertheless, we told her we would consider her request. She sent us a picture of herself as encouragement. We shall not disclose her identity.

On to another tale:

Recently, our friend Shiri and ourself went fishing. After several hours of delightful conversation, we noted that, unfortunately, the fish were not biting. "Perhaps we need better bait," said she. "No," we replied, "we think the bait is good." So she peeked over the boat's edge to assess the situation. Then she said, "hey, look at my reflection," and fell in.*

Go ahead and look, Shiri; you know you want to

*Of course, we can't blame her--for a lovely reflection it is.