A Peek through a Shuttered Window

 Just a shot in the dark here…

I’ve recovered much of the damage done by the hacked card fiascos with the bank, but one blog site is still suspended for unknown reasons by out-of-touch Blue Host. A chunk of it is still available through the Wayback Machine, which rations the number of inquiries I’m permitted to make about my own stuff. 

Anyhow. There’s a post I’ve been looking for that I don’t want permanently lost from the Internet. It’s called “Epistle to the Millennials.” For now, and I really don’t know for how long, you can find it here.

It’s contained in a group of posts from the same month at rflaird.com. You have to scroll to get there. The post as a whole is a brief overview of my Revolutionary War roots by way of the time I’ve spent in Salem and Greenwich, NJ. 

I’d be pleased if somebody besides me at least had screen shots of the post or key parts of it. The Salem County Historical Society has been taken over by a kind of Deep State of its own (grudges dating back to my Dad’s successful opposition to construction of a 5-story jail in the middle of town) , and I don’t even have access to their morgue of the extinct Today’s Sunbeam, where my full multi-page supplement about the skirmish event still reposes. 

At the very least, I’ll be able to come back here myself and check from time to time on whether the link still works…

Where would a Revolutionary-era clockmaker reside? In a house tall enough to build 

grandfather clocks. I lived there for seven years, from ‘97 to ‘04. You know my thing 

about Time. I wrote Shuteye Town 1999 in the Reeve House. Pretty funny.

Have a good one.