Though we seem like Mayberry some days around here, a quick check of my web statistics shows that this month Bodholdt's Diner had more than 4,500 hits, almost 500 yesterday alone. So we have a lot of regulars and even more lurkers. Hello, out there.

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To LURK, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that LURK what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.