I can't find a satisfactory account of this website. I don't even know any of the people who contribute to it.
One evening, I received an envelope addressed to Carlson Redmond. I am not Carlson Redmond, so I didn't open it. Two days later, Carlson showed up at my door. He explained that a friend of his had accidentally mailed an important letter for him to my address. I gave him the envelope, which I'd been keeping on my mantel. He opened it on the spot. Inside was a lengthy letter and a smaller envelope. Carlson handed me this new envelope and explained that he had to leave on urgent business, citing the letter. Inside my envelope was a note asking me to write this page for this site and to email it to the email address you'll find below. That is how I've come to write this.
I had intended to scan the note and put it here, but my daughter ate it in one of her fits.
This web page has not been censored.
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