The most fundamental problem with Piddleville is the home page where, despite having nothing to write, I have to put up text (if only to give the appearance that there is life somewhere in the congenial Web site). And the problem with this is ... well, I'm one of those vacuous people with little to say.
This is Piddleville's tragedy.
But you know ... There was a time when I had lots to say. What happened? It may relate to the aging process. (I could attempt to grant myself some dignity by calling it the "maturing process" but who's kidding who?) The older I get the more aware I am that I haven't a clue. And the less inclined I am to let other people become aware of that fact.
(As if they can't figure it out for themselves.)