Au Revoir. (Or as the French would say, Le Revoir.)

Well, Dear Readers, the time has come for me to finally put my money where my keyboard is. In several hours, I will be catching a flight to Washington, DC, to officially register with the Peace Corps for volunteer service in Burkina Faso. Come Tuesday evening, I will be settled on a plane, flying out to West Africa, along with a few dozen other breathless, terrified volunteers. I'm scared. I'm excited. I'm not ready. But it's time, so I'll pretend to be ready.

On another, exciting note, reclusive blues legend Emphysema Jones recently emerged from semi-retirement with an offer to take a stab at recording my opus, "The Agency Blues." This was quite a surprise, and a great honor as well, to receive such a tribute before my departure. Apparently my first attempt at songwriting touched Mr. Jones personally—he informed me that he, too, got his start in the bowels of a talent agency! Oh, the irony. Anyway, please check out the track—I hope you enjoy. I know I certainly did.

Okay, back to business. It has been a lot of fun, kids. I cannot express how much I have appreciated your dedication (and tolerance) in reading my posts. And for those of you who are curious about my ensuing adventures, please look up my overseas blog, A Dabbler's Diary: The Burkina Files. I shall continue to dabble my way through life—as only I can—with a running commentary. Okay now, I'm getting emotional... partly from writing this last post, and partly from the effects of that last glass of scotch. Gotta run... I have to finish packing, as well as get at least a few hours sleep before my flight.

Ever yours,

Dabbler