When V.S. Buzzington called me at my lake home on a dreary Sunday morning, I had no idea what he could want from me or what I would offer him. We hadn't spoken in over fourteen years, not since I lost my diplomatic immunity and not since Sausalito. Needless to say, I was surprised.Then he told me he was starting up place for real news and real news stories. And he was going to put it on the world wide web. He told me that print media was dead like disco and the future was online, but they needed an old dog to contribute wisened sagelike advice and to have around so the young pups have someone to look up to and inspire to be.
Well, my ears may not work so well, but they still know music when they hear it, and old V.S. Buzzington was playing my song. I asked when he wanted me to start; he said "How about Monday?" I said "How about Tuesday" and we had ourselves a deal.
I'll tell you right now that I'm tired of how the world is today and I'm tired of how my body is responding. I tell my feet to go up a flight of stairs and they listen to me as well as my grandkids do. It is frustrating. I am fed up with the fat cats up on capitol hill and I am fed up with the way young people are dressing these days. The Buzzington Post is giving me an outlet, and for that, I'm going to give it all I got. I look forward to sounding off at you, the Buzznation, for now this is
Beez Waxman, signing off.
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