It has taken two years and a series of recent events to make me quit Facebook. Ah, the humanity, illustrated by the dog and cat photos; oh, the futility, illustrated by the 2010 election commentary; ow, the microscopy, illustrated by my own short-sighted observations and the lack of energetic reaction to them; and certainly the reminder of mortality as my father-in-law died at NHC on Oct. 17 after living for more than a year as a stroke patient. He hadn't arranged for an obituary to be published or a memorial service to be conducted, so there couldn't be anything to say about it on Facebook. Here, there ought to be, and that is the sort of event which I hope to handle here.