What began as a lark in 2005 has become one of the defining elements of my life. Blogging has been very good to me. I've made dozens of friends and inadvertently secured a significant amount of work as a direct result of this preposterous site. It's true that Happy In Bag is now less important to me than Plastic Sax and There Stands the Glass. The concept of ending Happy In Bag with this, my 1,000th post, appeals to me. But squirrels are still procreating, my pants remain ill-fitting and drivers of black SUVs continue to tailgate me. I need Happy In Bag. Thanks for reading.