Porchers,
be not afraid, the Clapster comes in sheep's clothing, not for ill purposes but with obvious humility. There is no need for your humility my son for all here are of equal ilk. I have journeyed to the land of Yahoo on my many travels through the Silicon Valley and in no other land have I been so warmly treated. Upon my returns I would tell of the Jewels of Wisdom I had been privy to, but to no avail. Much to my dismay, the yonder valley of Yahoo has always been viewed by many in my land as a lesser venue. Ah, but not to the Yahoo ordained Volts, on my many self imposed exiles, there was but one and only one land that Volts could turn to and know he would be breaking bread with friends. Even on my departures after hearing the clarion calls of what to them was the hated Silicon Valley, was there even a remote sign of deserved acrimony, no never, they would simply provide Volts with needed psychological provisions and wish him well. You don't forget people of this nature, nor their beloved valley, for we are all of the same soil. When asked by one of the more elite Silicon inhabitants, as to why I would visit such a lesser state, I simply replied, they are where I came from.
Clapster, it is with humility on my part that I welcome you to our humble Porch, for like your land was to me, so may the Porch be in turn. For it was the Porch, that on our Exodus from the thread of Diamond that gave us the things you so seek. I have but one humble request and that would be that upon your return to your great valley, you tell your brothers and sisters that the man known to them as simply Volts, would love to see more of his Yahoo Valley friends on what turned out to be a beacon for many, our beloved porch.
Welcome my son,
Voltaire |
