Hey Free Rangers, When wholly awash in the streams of story, one can be deeply tempted to not bother reaching out for a hold. It’s nice in there; somehow comfortably cool and wholesomely warm at the same time. But open duties at the shop today became impetus enough apparently to scoop up a pocketful of words for this moment in this space, even if commitment was offered to no definable concept. Looming large over the ocean are words that seem to be friends with one...