Okay, technically it’s canned cooked pork. But the name Spam is a derivative of “spiced ham”, so-o . . . . By the by, did you know it’s a Hawaiian favorite? Indeedy-do. So much so, there’s an annual Spam Festival (which I have had the pleasure of attending).
I digress again.
Recently, I’d planned to respond to a comment. To the Comments page I went—and noticed [finally] that a number were in the Spam section. OMG. How had I never spotted that? Not seeing for looking?
The plan: delete, delete, delete. But as I started sifting through them, I realized half weren’t Spam (not the ham). OMG. I’d never replied and I should have (or, at the very least, liked). How rude people must think me!
A few offered advice as to how I could/should improve the blog. The suggestions were all valid—and appreciated. Yes, one day I will apply the recommendations . . . when I can embrace Time as a close friend. 
Thank you everyone. I’ll be checking out Spam more frequently in the future (maybe even with a side of eggs and rice).
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