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I have been looking at the information that Google provides about this blog, particularly whom the audience is, by country.  Nothing is provided about individual readers; nothing at all.  And that is good:  we ought to be able to read things without it becoming a public event.

Most of the people who read this blog--the vast majority--are in the United States.  That makes sense.  That is where I am, who I am, and what I write about, mostly.  It seldom happens that anyone responds with a comment, but I am always delighted when they do.  No!  Almost always delighted.  There have been a few nonsense responses--nonsense strings of words, and what appear to be barely intelligible religious scoldings--but all-but-a-few comments have been appreciated.

Here are the facts--real facts, not alternative facts:

In the last month, in addition to the preponderance of pageviews in the U.S., the most activity from readers has come from France, China, Portugal, Romania, and Russia.  I think I do not know anyone from any of those places, except France.

All time, Sweden has had more readers than anyone except, of course, the U.S.

This blog is entirely non-commercial.  I blog purely as a way to express what I am thinking about things, and as a way to do what I love:  write!

I would love to know who some of you are, entirely out of human curiosity.  My e-mail address is conrad.royksund@gmail.com .  If you reply by e-mail, you will not appear as a commenter on the blog.  Of course, if you want to add a comment to a blog article, you can do that, too.

Are you there?

Even if you aren't there, my thanks to you!


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  1. I think you can add California as another country with fans of your blog. (We are thinking of teaming up with Oregon, Washington, and Nevada and building our own wall...). I read your blog out of obligation (heh heh). Nope. Not true. It's poetry and wisdom and humor and family and and just a pleasure.

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  2. Your comments are genuinely appreciated, but I have been to California. I have lived in California. Some of my best friends are Californians. And Californians do not build walls. But if they did, Donald Trump would pay for it. He is very rich, you know. And smart. Very smart. Super smart. He says so.

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