What’s it all about, Alfie?

I’m not Alfie. I don’t know anyone named Alfie. But as I thought about doing this blog thing, that song lyric kept popping into my head. So what is this all about?

I discovered in a college speech class that I’m not a speaker when my prof said that I wrote a good speech but I didn’t give it very well. And I’ve always felt that when I speak the profound and inspirational thoughts in my head, they lose power and become mere farts in the wind. I have doubts about my writing abilities, but they are much more effective than my speaking abilities.

This blog is about me and for me. If anyone reads it and likes it, great. If anyone reads it and doesn’t like it, quit reading it. If anyone reads it and disagrees with what I say, don’t hate me; just quit reading. Comments are fine, but I won’t answer and I certainly won’t argue with a stranger.

I have one other reason for this blog. I’m old. Death is on the horizon, hopefully a distant horizon, but it’s out there coming for me as it is for all of us. I just don’t want to leave behind a rock in a cemetery with my name on it. And someone comes around and says “Hey I used to know somebody with this name. Don’t know this guy though.” But a blog online makes you somewhat immortal. As long as the internet exists, part of me still lives.