To Whom It May Concern:                

J. Lloyd Miller once was invincible and unhurried. As such, he passed several interesting years drinking late into the night and exhibiting questionable judgement with questionable peers. When finally the cosmic clock began to make its presence known, he turned his attention to the seductive world of operations management. After many years spent lavishing his time and talents on the successful governance of bars, bands, and rural food co-ops, he has finally turned his attention to the pursuit which has longest sought his dedicated attention: the crafting of idiosyncratic literary and speculative fiction from his hillside home in Western Massachusetts.

A shockwave of recognition in a moment of make-believe crisis. Two cackling souls, electrified by the moment, darting in and out of traffic. The first drops of rain.

Contact is Welcomed.

Consider this the prelude to us grabbing a beer at the corner bar.