What a terrible song that was. Hopefully that is not an omen of how this little venture will turn out. And now it’s stuck in my head.

It is 1 a.m. on a Friday night (Saturday morning?) in April and I am setting up the Blue Skies Magazine website. Although I don’t have kids, I imagine this is what Christmas Eve feels like to the parent of a picky 5-year-old—staying up late to wrap the presents from Santa, imagining the giddy, thankful scene in the morning when your beloved little creature wakes up and shrieks with delight to find the toy of his or her dream under the tree. You’re a little delirious – aren’t all parents of small children sleep deprived and slightly nutty? – and not just a little scared shitless. What if child *hates* present? What if child runs away to outer Mongolia to live with new parents who actually “get” him?

What this convoluted, slightly confusing analogy is meant to show is that we are doing all of this craziness (quitting great jobs with excellent insurance, working on Friday nights, living with the constant fear of failure) for you. We hope you like our website. We hope you shriek with delight upon opening your mailbox some sunny late-June afternoon to find the magazine of your dreams (no, not that magazine). We hope we can contribute something to the skydiving world.

So, I better get back to pushing buttons on this here interweb thingy. See you soon, and please start practicing your shrieks of delight.