Nothing just yet. Eventually !
It's nothing more or less than this, it's everything more and less than this.
It's a bottle of vino you bought that was a bit more expensive than your usual fare, that you didn't think you would love so much. Because you wouldn't have drank the whole bottle, alone. No, it's not that bottle, it's the one you bought after that the next day, realizing it's too expensive.
It's also a hand written love note you never got before because you didn't go to high school in the era where e-mail wasn't.
Lastly it's all the people who sat on a particular park bench in a particular park somewhere, and the stories they've unknowingly shared by simply sitting there. And every time one of these people found a page torn out of my journal, a frustrated poet's meanderings and scribbled lines, some of which delight and amaze them and other times confuses the average reader
Fast forward to today. Blogs are a bit dated, here to stay but so prolific everybody’s got one, and on every subject known to man. Some kids pet rock, a guy who likes wearing diapers, some girls makeup and relationship advice, soccer moms, neo nazi’s, ninjas, PTA board members, people wanting to be robots, robots wanting to be people, assassins and bounty hunters. It’s a regular Jerry Springer audience.
Yet for me, it still remains as a bastion of personalized writing, as the original 1.0 spirit lives on, where we winged it, tried it, did things however it came to pass. That’s how daddy does it, it’s how America does it, and it’s worked out pretty well so far.
I do thank you, intrepid and brave reader for being here, for dwelling with me and reading what I have to say…well that’s basically it. Please enjoy.