Maybe everyone has stopped paying attention. That’s just as well. I love that this blog has never figured what it wants to be when it grows up. The entries vary wildly from travelogue to movie review to photo notification to deep introspection. And it’s mine. And I don’t have an editor, so I can do what I want. Or not do, as the case has been lately. For some time I’ve been focused on the documentary aspect of this spot, forgetting that it’s mine. When Dad died I didn’t have anything useful to say, so I didn’t. But somehow I…