Well, this bear seems to have thrown a party, and no one came.
The Flying Fickle Finger of Fate raised yours truly to the heights of fame, only to plunge him back into obscurity overnight. Had the Bear expected anything else, he might be sad. But this isn't the first time. The life of most bloggers is one of a hundred salutary mortifications. Bears need extra lessons in humility, and Providence mercifully supplies them in abundance.
Bears are unpredictable. They can be tenacious, then suddenly lose interest. One minute they appear almost tame, even cute; the next they are ferocious. They can make you laugh or scare you.
Bears are not safe. They are not for everyone.
On the other hand, it is hard to believe the Bear has raced to his 100th post already in this iteration of SCB. I know this is nothing compared to what Pete has done, but it's a milestone nonetheless.
Thanks to everyone for your support and for joining the discussion. I wouldn't trade my little band of loyal friends for all the numbers in the world.