I'm back, so to speak

 This is my first blog on my own blog page. I've used this platform previously while holding office in my fraternity.  I used it as a newsletter to promote meetings,  events, etc. I'm sure it's still in existence but I'm also sure my successor has no idea of it's existence.  It's out there gathering dust.

I get thoughts that I want share from time to time and I thought maybe my X account could be the place for those. Yeah, not so much. With only so many characters  per post it wasn't very readable.

So begins the next chapter. Stay tuned.

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