Edging closer to a fourth abyss – My latest Reader Column

The Duluth Reader, to whom I am fondly in debt for kick starting my print career, didn’t get printed last week. Robert Boone told me that it was the first time ever, in over twenty years, that he had failed to get it into print. The Duluth News Tribe’s Trib did not note or celebrate this disappointment. It has to do with a print shop being sold more than Boone’s recent threadbare financing for the Boone empire. Its financial state will not be helped by advertisers pulling ads due to the coronavirus drought. But in the long term I’m not worried for the future of the Reader. Bob is even more stubborn than he is wily and I think he’s plenty wily. This is simply the beginning of a long prologue to introduce today’s Not Eudora.

I just threw down a gauntlet that I’ve been waltzing around for a couple years, like when I filed but did not campaign in 2018’s Republican primary against Congressman Pete Stauber. Any official campaign I might launch will likely wait until filing opens in July. That doesn’t prevent me from idle threats and taunting in the Muhammad Ali style. I’ll float like a butterfly and sting like a bee until such time as I actively court the voters, ALL OF THEM. There are few voters, citizens or residents in the Eighth Congressional District who would be vastly better represented by me than almost any other American politician I can point my finger at at this moment in time. I am from a different age, and in many ways a better one.

Mr. Boone has some reservations about having active politicians writing for him so I’m hoping that as long as I remain only a distant, unofficial threat to the Congressional campaign he’ll let me keep writing my columns for the Reader. He may not. If not, that just gives me more time to write the book I’ve been threatening to write. Up to now its been a moving target for four or five years. I’ve taken orders on one book, changed my mind, offered refunds, then refocused as events on the ground change as fast as Donald Trump’s tweets.

At present I’ve got a rough idea for a Book title. I’ll keep it under my hat because it would be snapped up by someone else. And frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if a title like it has already occurred to a dozen people. I can imagine finishing it in a month’s time of concentrated effort because the secret is – I’ve been writing it for the last twenty years!

So, with this prologue out of the way I introduce you to the Online version of my latest Not Eudora column: From Victor to Vector.