I supposed I could have named this site Voodoo Handbag or Bamboo Telegraph. But I didn't. I've called it Pure Pebbles.

Here is a brief explanation.

Everything on this site is like a pebble in size. Pebble-like, too, in causing discomfort or pleasure: it depends on how one views a pebble.

Like life, the site is in constant flux. It's mostly my laboratory for practising what I've learned about web building and designing. And also my storehouse of life's goodness to me.

To build up content, I've relied on the kindness of old friends and new to some extent. They provide a poem or two or three. Ditto stories or articles.

There will be, by and by, my columns and other writings from an era when I was a reporter. Perhaps an autobiographic tidbit or two. Pet peeves too. And partialities as well.