What I'm Doing Here

I don't really know if any of my ancestors were butchers (Fleishers, Fleischers), but that's the tradition for such German names. How far would we have to go back to find the original guy who hacked into a smoked ham hock and sold half to one neighbor and the other half to another neighbor, maybe in exchange for a pig? Or a sweet, juicy peach?

Dunno. If names contain fact, though, we may safely conclude that I'm of merchant peoples, peddlers of goods, makers of means.

Mean much? Here in this "space" I offer pubs, politics, peaks, polkas, percolations, perorations, poignancy, poison — and half-truths — and possibly, if you're really lucky, my recipe for peach tart. It's a humdinger.

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