Al Alvarez's home office from the Guardian
Are all bloggers serial killers? Some of you? Most of you? Your propensity to kill has become an issue in our happy home.
I've met several bloggers over the past few weeks. My bride, wonders why I'd bother.
"Whatever could you possibly have to talk about?", she, who has never read a blog,asks. "Why are you waking early, in unfamiliar cities to visit with people you don't know? She's normally not such a misanthrope.
Remember Faulkner's response to President Kennedy's invitation, "It's too far to travel to eat with strangers" ?"
Naturally my reply "that I've come to love those people who's blogs I read or who show up here", holds no water.
"For all you know they're serial killers."
What I've found is a group of curious, informed, inspiring and enthusiastic people, each with a strong dose of willingness to share. A more engaging group would be hard to find.
I've raised Mrs T's issue with those I've met. Mostly, their spouses never read their works, and many feel like Mrs. T. I wonder why. No one yet has admitted to murder.
Hardee's Fried Bologna Biscuit
I'm heading back on the road next week. I hope to meet a few pen pals, share a tipple or three, gag down a limited edition Hardee's Fried Bologna Biscuit and come home inspired by the wonders beyond my own back yard. In the mean time my daughter has been visiting this week, her husband arrives tonight and the rest of the relatives show up for a day at the pool Friday. Pray for surf.