It's the silence that gets you. Thirty-five years of silence to be exact. It makes you think wild, unconventional thoughts. It turned me into a cat lover just to get the company. Dogs won't do. They need babysitting if you're gone. I'm never gone. Not any more.
I hope that quenches your thirst for a wild eyed, frizzy haired, excentric writer. I only have the frizzy hair. I was born in Upstate New York. Upstate gets a capital because it means the difference
- between locking your doors with three locks, or letting the screen door bang closed.
- between the sound of traffic and sirens all night long, or the sound of crickets if you listen real hard and are sitting outside.
- between not lettiing the neon sign across the street bother you when you're sleeping, or having a full moon keep you up because it's too bright.
Upstate is "Welcome to Upstate, turn your watches back thirty years." That is where I grew up.
to be continued...