Okay. Here's my warm up post.
It's confession time: online publicity freaks me, just a little bit. I have a Facebook page. My friend, Doug, talked me into it. I've regretted it ever since. I visit it about once a month. A recent post from a high school friend said, "You don't get here much do you?" I never replied.
I have another blog: haroldbonogandhi.blogspot.com. I intentionally kept it "anonymous". If you go there, you'll see a picture of me...wearing a helmet with the faceshield down. Like the Night Rider of Blogging. Okay, maybe more like Darth Vadar. But I digress.
For some reason I feel a need to go "public". Perhaps it's a thirst for fame and glory, perhaps it's a sense of accountability to my doting public, or perhaps it's monetary greed (Google Ads $$$ cha-ching). But I like to think that it comes from an altruistic place. I have a few words I've strung together and that intend to string together. Some of them are and will be stories. Some of them are just thoughts and accounts of things. Some of them are TBD. But I hearken back to the program notes for one of my first plays that ever got produced. It was a play called The Drummings, about the Catholic/Protestant conflict in turn-of-the-century Ireland:
"Neither do men light a candle and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick;
and it giveth light unto all that are in the house."
(Matthew 5: 15)
Hopefully I can add my candle to the gathering light in the world.
So I respect J.D. Salinger's reclusivity and all that. Part of me actually envies it. But I don't think that is the way of the future, at least not my future. I am interested in connecting with the world, and--for better or worse--I look forward to hearing back. (I'm still dubious about "comments" but I suppose it's time to cross that threshhold.) So for those of you who think I'm silly for my tenuousness, thanks for your generosity in keeping your thoughts to yourself. And for those of you who chose to read, comment and connect in a generous way, I look forward to being in touch.