...when the last living reader, a Civil War veteran and creamed corn enthusiast, died.

I need to update but have nothing to say, so you get this. And by you, I think I mean future me, because no one reads this any more. I have a birthmark on the back of my left wrist. It's really more a collection of freckles, and they make a horizontal rectangle shape, maybe one and a half-ish centimeters long. I like it. It's lighter now though because I have been a hermit recluse and not gone out in the sun very much so far this summer.