If I’ve learned anything from vicarious ocean cruising, it is this: Never, ever, set sail with a writer.
Canada! As soon as I read it, I knew that was the answer. Proof positive that I am Canadian. With the help of that yellowed news clip I realized the truth that had always been there … hidden just beyond the obvious.
To be fair, I can be a bit of a dreamer with the bad habit of thinking aloud. And that’s the kind of thing that can frighten a blushing bride’s mother. While I never threatened to run away to the circus with her daughter, I did talk of leaving a great job and heading off to the seminary in Missouri, or a creative writing graduate program in Ohio.
Today it’s time for a new blog entry and I’m writing what I darn well please. If you don’t like it dear readers – both of you – you can find another blog.
As a young news reporter I learned to dodge labels and categorization for the simple reason that it got in the way of my job. To be taken seriously, I wanted the information below my byline to be considered by readers on its own merits. And, I wanted sources who were – while not always happy with the information disclosed – at least confident that I was scrupulous in presenting complete, accurate facts and not taking sides.
I’m convinced Houlihan’s, Ruby Tuesday, Cracker Barrel and a host of other chain restaurants are conspiring to improve my health. And I don’t like it.
If I had a near death experience, you’d think I’d know it. But, apparently I had one in December and was among the last to recognize it.