So, here I am, going.
I’ve struggled with deciding what this new blog should be about. Like my recently deceased column at Want2Dish, “Rants & Raves,” I wanted this to be about what I am thinking and who I am.
But, the thing is, I’m not so sure about who I am. So, I know I need to figure that out. I thought a good place to start would be who I was. Thus the photo below. I don’t know that kid at all anymore. He was so happy, so full of hope and faith and belief.
All we really have in common anymore is how easily he cried. That was the kid who had to be escorted out of a high school production of “Carousel” because he sobbed with such vigor when Billy Bigelow died.
I’m still so known for my weeping that “I cried like Charlie Smith” has practically become a meme.
“Carousel” still makes me cry. I avoid it. I also stay away from the song “And I Am Telling You…” from “Dreamgirls.” I am also unable to watch any commercials, shows or films in which there are loving dogs. Musical theatre overtures destroy me. I am brought to tears by any stories of students giving gifts to teachers or organizing a good-bye or thank-you for them. News items about bullied kids kill me. Christopher Isherwood’s “A Single Man” in any of its iterations makes me take to my bed for days. There are certain restaurants in town by which I cannot even drive without feeling a melancholy that causes rivulets of tears down my cheeks.
I know these things. They are part of who I am. But, surely that posing, smiling little boy is still in here somewhere. There must be a little of him left alive in me. So, this blog is going to be about the life I’m living, what I love, what makes me laugh, and links to things I think shine a light on the cultural zeitgeist.
Here we go.