7 or 8 baseball players have hit over 600 home runs, and I recently posted my 600th installment on Writer Working. No cameras, no interviews, no media at all. I labor unnoticed in my vineyard, like Candide tending his own garden, like Milton serving by only standing and waiting. Or at least by typing and clicking. Not much of a milestone, I guess, even for me. I didn’t even notice 500. Why I noticed 600, I can’t say. But I did, and so I hereby commemorate it, whatever it might mean.