I know, I know, blogs are supposed to be interactive. And the silence from this end has been deafening.
It's not as if Gus isn't interactive.
I have an explanation for not responding to your kind notes offering insights, corrections and constructive criticism, for which, really, I am grateful. I do read them, I just don't respond. Because, um, I can't.
My admittedly lame excuse is that GR is burdened with a high-maintenance mascot. His name is Gus.
Gus insists on co-sorting the snail mail, especially the Costco flyers with their come-ons for two skids of Puss 'N' Boots at $3.95. And on vetting all planned renos that might affect him. And on being read to at bedtime. Being a light sleeper, Gus awakens frequently. Which means we've made it through half of Remembrance of Things Past (as we insist on continuing to call it, because we love the cadence, even if that's not what Proust meant).
My solemn commitment to you is that within a week or so I will have responded to your effort to make this blog interactive by responding to your comments. During these sessions, Gus, emulating the fine example of Dick Cheney, will be in repose in an undisclosed location.
For the purposes of this blog, the inception of the Great Recession in the U.S., the epicentre of the crisis, is taken as the start date for the global slump. The U.S. has been in recession since December 2007.