After a long summer lay-off the UWHOF is back and open for business. The throngs of people who've been sleeping on the street waiting for the UWHOF to reopen are undoubtedly relieved and happy because nobody likes sleeping on the street, especially the street the UWHOF is on. (Raccoons!)

Today's inductee actually applied nearly two months ago, so he's been very waiting patiently for his big day. I felt bad for leaving him hanging like that, but I had other important things to do, like going to the beach and reorganizing my forks. You reorganize your forks from time to time, right? No, really: tell me. My Lady says that nobody in their right mind reorganizes just their forks. I contend that many do. I mean, I reorganize my spoons and knives, too, but the forks, well, the forks are a different kind of animal and they have to be reorganized more often. If I don't they start calling me names. Real bad names.

But enough about forks, let me introduce today's inductee, Aaron Burch. Aaron Burch is another in the long line of inductees who are writers. He is not only a widely published author, but he is the editor of his very own lit-zine, Hobart. When not writing or telling other people just where to shove their writing, Aaron enjoys online Scrabble, shaving/growing hair on his body, and trying to figure out where it all went wrong with his Seattle Mariners. I also hope he takes time each week to reorganize his forks.

So now let's do like we always do for an inductee and stare at Aaron Burch's photo for a period of time no shorter than five seconds.

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Well done. So what do you think of Aaron Burch's photo? Someone fancies himself a cowboy it looks like. This is the first induction photo that has another UWHOF member appearing in it. That's Elizabeth Ellen (UWHOF #23) along side Aaron Burch. Talk about having a lot of fame in one photograph! It looks like they're riding in an automobile. They must be on some sort of road trip. It appears that neither of them fancy wearing seatbelts, though. That's not good. If you don't wear your seatbelts regularly you're risking your safety. Plus seatbelts can get pretty surly if you don't use them after a while. I don't think I've heard nastier cuss words than the ones that came from my seatbelts after I didn't wear them for a couple of weeks.

So without further ado, I hereby officially induct Aaron Burch into Utter Wonder's Hall of Fame. For his bravery and courage and intestinal fortitude he's received a signed copy of a fan letter I wrote Star Jones. I'm sure he's already framed and hung it on his wall. If he hasn't, well, let's just say I'm glad I'm not him because that letter is going to give him a piece of its mind something fierce.

As always, anybody can become a member of the UWHOF. Just send me an actual photograph of yourself and moderate internet fame will a come knock-knock-knocking on your door.

This post is dedicated to Hobart/Monkeybicycle 3.