Every year about this time I lament being too busy/distracted/lazy/unfocused/dilatory/lame about writing here there everywhere--or anywhere at all. Will a new name will shake me from my torpidity? The eponymous old one wasn't doing me any favors, and it was vain. I wrote in this blog like I was walking on a yacht--and that could just not stand.
The new name hearkens back to the iconic Christmas movie starring my home town's favorite son, Jimmy Stewart. It's supposed to be ironic, since these days we've got ourselves an infestation of Potters--not Harry, but the evil banker type.
Indeed, I was tempted to call this Blog "Fuck You, Indiana" and each week celebrate a local person or entity who places his own interests above those of the community. I had my eye on a University president, a bunch of school board directors, and people who try to get residential neighborhoods re-zoned to accommodate student tenements, so they can turn a quick buck at the expense of the families who have made a home there.
I opted not to do this, because it would be petty.
On the other hand, I just heard that the borough council is considering evicting the community library from it's historic location, so I just may change my mind.
See you soon.
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1 comments:
I dig the new name. But keep a hold on the alternative, too.
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