I was asked not long ago if I had considered doing a biography. I was flattered, but also a bit flustered. To an extent, that’s what the blog has become. Rather than a boring travelogue of places and faces, it’s the sweetheart version. I avoid all the boring stuff about the dive apartments I was a tenant in. And I cut to the chase on the more interesting bits.
Except, of course, as I admitted to another blog reader, there are people and events I don’t dare write about. No, I’m not bashful about exposing my own cupidity. Nor do I mind admitting to bonehead moves, my casual sexism, or stuff like that. But some idiots I’d love to spin tales about are still above ground. I am not interested in a frequent he said, she said, back and forth in the comments section. That would get embarrassing as readers got alternate takes on, say, my years in grad school when CENSORED……CENSORED…….ESPECIALLY CENSORED CENSORED…
Eventually, all will come out if I outlive those who have threatened my well-being if I write about VERY CENSORED. In the meantime, enjoy the blog and save the bouquet of red roses until I can write about that saucy time in Orlando when we CENSURED and then went to Disney.
Or, as they say, the best is yet to come.
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Lord, let me live long enough to find out! Talk about click bait! hehehe
Oh, Lou…🙄😆😹
You can always write a “fictionalized” autobiography and change the names to protect the innocent (and/or the guilty).
But Fandango!!! That’s no fun!
But you won’t get sued.
You do have a point there…
I’ve written and published mine. No one reads it which is the good part. But it’s out there except one chapter which I have shared with only one other person. I did it because I like writing and designing books.
Martha, I know about the secret years you spent in the “resistance.” You can come clean, we’re all friends here, except for the Trumpy sleeper agents scattered throughout the blogosphere.
Sssshhhhhhh
Thanks for joining in, and as always it’s enjoyable to read
Illusive allure. Or something like that.
Or even elusive. 🤣. I’m tired.
Lou, I’m sure we all get it, because we do the same thing. I also understand about not wanting people to read your version of things. I have a few comments waiting, not only for the person to be gone, but for those who loved that person who also wouldn’t understand.
Here’s my favourite part about your blog: that you lived such a life and you share a lot of it! How wonderful to have lived, truly lived, during your allotted time.
Thanks, Crystal. You are doing the same – your recent posts have been immersive and very educational. You and Pedro are not afraid to dive in and live your lives.