Folded thought (ramblings) of the day: Whew! It was good to get that out of my system. I'm referring to yesterday's ramblings. Strange words for a Tuesday. Can these be the thoughts of a sane man? I'm getting a little concerned myself. Well, we are monitoring the situation and will be getting back to you. In the meantime, we must endeavor to maintain a sense of humor. That aside... To those of you who have written in with words of praise for what you have been reading down here Below the Fold, I thank you from the deepest parts of my bleeding heart. And I encourage you to always look Below the Fold in as you walk through life, you never know what might be lurking beneath the surface. For those of you who have written in telling me of a good psychiatrist you know, well, I'm taking your words under advisement. You know, when I find myself on my midnight strolls through the city (yes, that might explain these bags under my eyes), I always try to seek out the darkest recesses.. listening for the rustle of human complicity. And if I stumble upon a late night card game or people sharing their thoughts, or whatever, who am I to judge? Am I the trespasser or the new arrival? Am I part of the dance or a bystander? Shouldn't I accept what I see or just move along? What makes it so compelling to stand on the outside and look in?.. and judge and mock and hurt at a safe distance? These are not philosophical musings so please do not accuse me of that again. Call me a dimestore critic, the poor man's poet, the troubled troubadour. Taking his song to the streets -- saving space in the concert halls for the black-tied crooners who sing all those words we long to hear. Anyway, I'll be down here singing away. As long as you want to listen. No cover charge, no minimum. We'll be passing the hat though, taking requests and making it up as we go along. I hope you don't mind if my tune is not as pleasant as the crooner's -- but the key is true and you might just find yourself singing along.