The Real Me
Sometimes I can’t believe my own ears. OK, I was driving to Astoria one evening this week and I drive by a friend standing in her driveway. I see this person ever few months or so and it’s been about six months since I last saw her so I turn around and went back for a short visit.
Now this person reads this blog every morning. She is usually one of the first three here every morning, though she has never commented. I don’t mind that she doesn’t comment. It’s nice knowing she reads and that she is in touch with what I’m doing and thinking.
I’ve been to gatherings with this woman. I’ve visited her in her office on several occasions. She has always been very kind and generous with me. She will always come up to say hi if she sees me in the grocery store. We’ve talked about many of my articles together.
OK, here’s the weird thing. While visiting in her driveway she actually asked me if all the stuff I write in this blog is true. She wanted to know if I am a quirky as I portray myself to be. I was in her driveway with my dirty truck ; with an Eminem CD playing; with composting hay in the truck bed. At first I couldn’t believe she was asking this after all the chats we’ve had over the past two years, but upon later reflection I realized that there are probably a lot of readers out there that think I’m making all this stuff up.
I think it’s time I come clean and tell all you doubters out there that yes, it’s all true. If anything, I understate my quirks and my wayward activities.
P.S. I was driving Auntie and Silent Bob to the Crabs Festival yesterday because they didn't want to ride the shuttle buses like commoners. Anyway, Auntie gets in the truck and immediately says, "I can't believe you are listening to rap. How old are you anyway?" So I turn it way down so that it was nearly silent and when we get by the Fair Grounds asks, "Is that Eminem you're listening to?" Now how did she know it was Eminem when the volume was so low that one could barely hear it? I bet she's a closet listener.