Gerald C. Matics -- Author

I know where you live.

I know a surprising amount about you, in fact, all you "anonymous" visitors.  Most people don't realize that people who run Web sites have access to a startling amount of information.  Your personal information.

I know you live in cities throughout Pennsylvania, New Jersey and Delaware -- no surprise there -- but also in Cambridge, MA...Dublin, OH...Jacksonville, FL...Chicago...San Diego...and even one young man in Thailand.

I know some of you searched me out specifically, and others found me by accident.  A few of you landed on my Facebook page and clicked through.  My Dublin, OH visitor found me by searching the epigram at the top of the page ("It is the tale, not he who tells it").  Two of you work for hospitals; a couple more work for PNC Bank.

Most of you prefer Internet Explorer and Microsoft PCs -- very few Vista converts; Bill Gates would not be pleased -- but there are a few Firefox users and Mac afficionados among you.

I even know, down to the last digits, your IP addresses.

From my hiding hole, I spy on you.  I am a spider on your wall.  I am the Eye in the Sky.  I'm the voyeur guy from Sliver.  Yes, I know quite a bit about you.

I just don't know who you are.

Come on, there are limits here.  The hosting service I use provides access to certain demographic information, as do other services, but none of them that I know of disclose much more than the very basic stuff.  I'm not even sure they could track you down very easily, and it would probably take a court order to do it, so the odds are -- with Mr. Bush on his way out of office -- no shady government agent will knock on your door one morning with a search warrant, ask to see your computer, and demand to know why you've been frequenting my site while obstinately refusing to leave your name.

Nevertheless, it would be nice if I knew who you are.

So I'm asking you, in the spirit of making New Year's resolutions, to drop me a line via The Contact Information page and let me know when you visit.  Or just add a comment below this or another blog post. Tell me if you like what you're reading.  Tell me if you don't.  Either way, leave a sign you were here.  Please?  Because it's driving me crazy not knowing who you are.

(Oh, yeah, except for that guy in Thailand -- that's my nephew, George Anthony.)