Editor’s Notes:

Well, another month has passed and CSR is cuter than ever. It can stand alone now and walk around the room throwing everything it touches to the floor. It likes to climb-up in my chair and bang on the keys of my laptop. It grins from ear to ear and even sometimes types out something that makes sense. Lately, its gotten into the habit of giving names to real people. You’ll meet a few of them in the March issue. They’ve dropped-by to share their poetry, photography and art in voices and images that once were reserved only for small Italian villages. Still, they try not to allow their emotional evolution to be stunted by the shallow and tepid waters of popular culture. I can only throw up my Neolithic hands and grunt. How you react will be determined by your shoe-size. So, if you’ve had enough of listening to my commentary and my wallet full of baby pictures, pour yourself something strong to drink, sit back, and get prepared for the incarnation of each contributors ancestral music or the tidal wave-like force of nature that was Jimi Hendrix. Either way, you’d better pretend your excitement is palpable or I’ll bring the baby over when it’s irritable and hungry. Now, get to this…