New York. The only state in the union where I have ever had a mailing address, and one which has as its motto the Latin word "Excelsior." This translates, roughly, as "We only begrudgingly admit that there are 49 other states." We couldn't name our state after what it is most known for because dyslexic … Continue reading Driving Around
Process
I posted this picture on Instagram earlier. It is pretty much what I see when I work. It was taken while I was working. I have a less than stellar back and it requires periodic stretching, and during one such stretch I looked at the desk as a whole and realized that I could write … Continue reading Process
Reminders
Writing is, by nature, a fairly solitary gig. Hours upon hours spent alone, as far as anyone could see. Of course, we never feel alone, because our heads are filled with the voices of countless characters, our mind's eye filled with distant, imaginary vistas. But to anyone who might walk by and accidentally see the … Continue reading Reminders
Honesty
Today I'm going to do something in this blog post that I don't usually do. I'm going to be honest. And yes, I know how that sounds and what it implies, so before we get into it, I'm almost positive that I've never told a lie in a blog post and I strive for honesty … Continue reading Honesty
Little Scotty’s Insanely Visual Day
I had a feeling it was going to be a special day. My daughter and I were driving to a town near Utica, NY to pick up the kitty she was adopting. It was a good day for a drive in the center of the state. Sunny, on the warm side, (it said it was … Continue reading Little Scotty’s Insanely Visual Day
Matters of Lesser Import
There's a lot going on in the world right now. I've written about it in a couple of these posts, and it's really all that matters right now. The stuff in this post is about things that are far less important. I recognize this, and I'm sure there are many of you who will recognize … Continue reading Matters of Lesser Import
Riffing on Insta
I have had an Instagram account for a while. I think I signed up during the Great Depression, maybe 1934 or so. My memory, no doubt thanks to my brain having become shriveled during the quarantine, especially concerning dates, especially the date I started on Instagram, is very fuzzy. If I'm being honest it's the … Continue reading Riffing on Insta
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