20 years ago when someone was having a good time they’d say, “I wish I had a camera!” No one had a camera except rich people and photojournalists. The rest of us had to talk about the event repeatedly so as not to forget it. Memory was verbal. Of course, people like me kept a diary. We wanted to be writers. I started blogging in March 2004. 8 years. I’m going back to keeping a diary.
I wish I didn’t have a camera. Or a cell phone. I’m tired of this side of life. Facebook makes me irrelevant.
As an example, the cobbler versus Payless Shoe Store. A cooper vs Tupperware. I’m a candlestick maker at a Pink Floyd laser light show.
It’s time for me to stop blogging.
If you’d like to receive a newsletter in the mail, I’m considering going back to that format. Let me know if you’d sign up for a mailing list. Or writing a book about The Flagpoles. Would you like to read that? I’d like to write it.
But my heart is no longer into this place. Tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness are behind me. Thanks for all the support along the way.