Category: Ramblings (page 2 of 2)

This may turn out to be an unusual post. Right now, I’m not entirely sure what I’ll write. As I sit here, nothing particularly cohesive has come to mind, but I’ll give it my best effort. After all, that’s what moments like this call for, doing my best. The challenge is that I’m feeling a certain way, yet I haven’t quite found the words to express it clearly.

Back in the 1990s, there was a quarterback for the New York Giants named Dave Brown. I remember watching him play. He was one of the best quarterbacks I’ve ever seen throw a ball. When Dave was on, he was really on. And when he was in this state, he seemingly transformed the football into a missile. Such accuracy and elegance. And speed! Boy, I remember watching those games when Dave was playing well. It was like nothing could stop him.

Throughout my life, I’ve lived in New York, Georgia, Connecticut, Florida, and Maine. I’ve never really concerned myself with my cars rusting out until I arrived in Maine. In New York and Connecticut, yes, the winter roads are sanded and salted, but I’m not sure I noticed any discernable difference between when I purchased a vehicle and when I sold it, rust-wise. Nothing ever seemed to happen in a bad way. That’s not to mean that cars don’t rust in those states because they certainly do. I have a long history of family members needing to repair holes in their floorboards – you know the type; you’re a little kid driving down the road with your father in his old truck. You can see the blacktop and painted street lines pass you by underneath your feet. Yeah, those good ol’ days.

Wood stove season is upon us. I’ve been waiting for this all summer long. Back in April/May, I cut some trees, split some logs, and stacked some firewood. Now it’s time to burn. “Burn what?” you ask. Right now, mostly balsam fir and white pine. “But that’s softwood – pine,” you say. Yes, I know it is. And it’s wonderful.

The above picture is not one of me. I repeat, that ain’t me in the picture. That dude is a freak and a freak is something I strive not to be. And now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I’ll go ahead and write a political post that I’ll surely one day regret writing.

Welcome to my new personal blog. My name is Jay.

I’ve said this countless times, but I think I’ll say it again. I like to write. I’ve deduced that my writing, or shall I say, blogging, is my hobby of choice. I’m not a great writer, but when it comes to blogging, I’ve got a lot of experience. Whether that experience has translated into any sort of quality remains to be seen. Whatever the case, here I am, blogging away.