By MONTE DUTTON

As the curtain falls on “Blue, Green, Purple & Red,” I wanted to express my appreciation to everyone who has supported the site.

It’s hard to keep up with technology. I thought I was ahead of the curve when I was behind it.

What I hoped to do was fill the void in local sports coverage left by the decline of newspapers. What I didn’t realize was that the train was already leaving the station.

Increasingly, people get their information from what they see and hear, not what they read. It’s not just kids. My position is this is why the world is getting dumber and dumber. My position isn’t substantial enough to do anything about it.

Wellpilgrim.com still exists, now known as “Nightrider’s Lament.” (It’s a Jerry Jeff Walker song, written by Michael Burton, and it may be my favorite.)

I’m still going to write. It’s what I do. I’m too old to change. I’m not going to do a podcast because I happen to hate them. Besides, there has to be a limit. It’s yet another big pie whose pieces get smaller and smaller.

I’m going to act as if writing makes a difference even though a large body of evidence suggests it doesn’t.

I’m still going to write a lot about sports, but I’m not going to cover it comprehensively. I’m going to write what moves me, whether it’s about sports, writing, books, or life. If I go to a ballgame, I’m not going to be looking for balls and strikes or touchdowns and field goals. I’m going to be looking for something else.

I’m going to start over. I’m going to move, and I might keep on moving.

I had a great time, and I’m going to continue writing about things I enjoy. I’m going to spend more of my time on books and music.

I’m not going to ask you to support my elusive dreams becase they’re only fleeting things.

I do appreciate you helping me make it this far.

Last night, while awaiting the arrival of my nephew (because I am almost always annoyingly early waiting for the fashionably late), a lady who was also awaiting “another member of her party” was wearing a Marshall Tucker Band tee shirt.

I’m old. My guess is she was older, but I could’ve been wrong. I tend to underestimate myself.

This morning, en route to the Waffle House, I stopped by the mailbox and discovered that Rod Stewart was on the cover of AARP: The Magazine.

He’s 80. I thought of what Tom T. Hall once wrote about an undertaker: He “seemed refreshed despite the kind of work I knew he did.”

I’m going to read this story, and, quite possibly, “Hold on to Your Teeth: 14 Rules to Smile About.”

But, first, the latter half of a Lone Ranger episode on TCM. That doesn’t feel old. It is old.

As is the case with the great majority of AARP cover stories, the subhead claims “he shows no signs of slowing down.” Also, the accompanying interview is “breezy.”

Have you ever wondered why the vast majority of old war movies are in black and white?

Much of the official Armed Forces combat footage through Korea was shot in black and white. Hollywood studios freely used this file footage in movies, and they couldn’t very well switch back and forth. Colorization has been occasionally used in recent years, but it’s easy to detect.

What color filming there was that was shot in World War II is quite familiar. The shot of a fighter plane crashing on an aircraft carrier and being cut in half must show up in a dozen flicks.

I watched a war movie I’d never seen on Saturday.

Scereaming Eagles, about the 82^nd Airborne Division at D-Day, was filmed in 1956 but not released until 10 years later. It features a lot of stars in future TV shows, among them Martin Milner (Route 66, Adam-12), Robert Blake (Baretta) and Alvy Moore, who would play Hank Kimball in Green Acres. It was interesting to watch them pre-stereotypes.

You could do a lot worse. It kept my attention.