I ALWAYS have something to say about something. So I don’t think I’d run out of words—or space, or subjects—to tackle or wrestle in these pages. But, as ever, I’d like to write about people in and around Asheville—sweet and fascinating humanity. And places. As well as those that sort of conjured up in my perpetually adventuring, super-active brain cells. The music scene and scenery, arts stuff and things, food and foodstuff, politics and politicians, funny downtown buskers, irksome Greyhound drivers, bored Wal-Mart stock clerks, overzealous Lexington Av sales staff, dreamy bookstore denizens, drunken Pritchard Park homeless, fascinating Westville Pub back porch owls and ravens, snotty The Cliffs nouveau riche. And vampires and vampyres, too. Zombies and selkies, wolverines and werewolves. Babedawgs and koolcats. And you and me.