A Heart Pounding Holiday

A little coronary incident kept me from sending the usual holiday greetings

So I asked AI to write me a little story about a writer’s obligation to his readers.

“Once upon a time,” it begins, “in a cozy village nestled between rolling hills and serene meadows, lived a writer named Ezra. Ezra was renowned for his captivating stories that whisked readers away to enchanted lands and sparked their imaginations. He had a modest cottage filled with books, papers, and the comforting scent of ink and parchment…”

And so on a so forth, ever deeper into a diabetes-generating ramble generated by a Microsoft Bing Rockwell. He meets a girl named Lily whose wishes for a better world were insired by Ezra’s writing. I’ll spare you the rest.

Frankly, I was just looking for a fast way to explain why I'd been gone missing for the past several days. Plus, to volunteer that I get a bit nervous when I haven't served you, Dear Reader, for a period of time. After all, as we constantly remind you, SpyTalk exists only through the generosity of its subscribers. So we feel an obligation to keep serving up high quality goods. This mid-week, we couldn’t do it. I also missed a deadline for offering you the usual half-off holiday subscription deal. (I’ll make up for that down the line.)

Suffice to say that I had a bit of a heart emergency on Tuesday that took me away from my desk for a few days. I'm fine, but I have to take the rest of the long holiday weekend off. Now I’m going to spend the time catching up on books of interest to me and, I think, you all (fiction and nonfiction in our national security niche) while our team of illustrious SpyTalk contributing writers puts the final touches on their upcoming fine works. In the meantime, like you, I might even watch a game or two on TV. Until then … well … catch you on the rebound.