Ever Onward and Upward . . .

As of today, this journal no longer exists in the present form. That's because, as of just over a week ago, your chronicler was named---and has been working as---Examiner.com's national old-time radio examiner. Between that and writing and performing my own weekly radio exercise, not to mention writing about baseball elsewhere, I simply don't have the time or the range to continue.

Aside from getting a little recognition beyond the purview of the blogosphere, why lie? I need the money. And I do stand to earn a little money from the outlet. Probably very little in the beginning. (Probably, the beginning will last a lot longer than I'd like.) But you take your chances wherever they come to you, and I'm more than willing to take the chance that an audience above and beyond the blogosphere is ready to join the journey retracing an invaluable part of our cultural patrimony.

I will leave this journal alive for at least another two months, the better to let those who care hunt down what they might have missed. I plan to archive it myself, preserving the best of the essays and synopses, as part and parcel of a book I plan to write, a kind-of daily listening guide for old-time radio.

My Examiner.com work will be done in much the same way I did this journal for the past two years, especially, with the same kind of listening-guide approach, but adding to it the eye of a critic as well as the enthusiasm of a fan.

For now, I'll say a gentle thank you to everyone who appreciated and sent kind comments along regarding this journal, and to everyone who was kind enough to link to this journal. It all told me that what I was doing was more than worthwhile.

And until we meet again---on Examiner.com; or, between the covers of the book I hope to get out of both this journal's effort and the work to come (and assuming there's a publisher crazy enough to take a chance with a book like that)---I'm quietly yours . . .