I like the loping, o'er rocks and puddles, or thru, or circumnavigation of a slightly big gtree, all in the course of writing, as in: John Latta's blog, which takes its routes, loves tangents to pity, gets chunky on you like Dahlberg or Riding, almost stalls, rumbles, grumbles, pops a freebie, turns around: and there you are. I don't mean this is the only definition of what, but one that certainly is localized for me, who am not succinct myself, tho I can honour that pledge too. anyway, just a reminder of the good road test of Hotel Point.