This is the last post for this blog, at least as it has existed since January of 2012. It has been a laboratory to test new ideas, and now they have all crystallized into a book—and a new blog beginning next month. I have passionately loved only a hand full of other things as much in my adult life (I’m not talking people here):
- A 900cc Harley Sportster that I painted white with a red cross on the tank in medical school;
- A ten year-old 1972 Fleetwood Cadillac limousine with jump-seats, whose engine I painted baby blue;
- A Wimbledon-grade grass tennis court I constructed in my back yard, upon whom I would lie down after mowing-and-striping her and enter into reverie.
Yes, these were objects into which I poured love until they veritably glowed. I fortify myself with the thought that just as I have fallen in love, I have also fallen out of love. The first two lovees are resting un-mourned beneath some circling gulls, deep within a landfill. As to the court? It sits out there, day after day, taunting me like a spiteful old ex’ with her hideous deterioration.
Occasionally I wonder what will happen to this blog that oozes my karma.
Perhaps, at least for a while, it will be held close like a zeppelin-ghost attached by its odd links, not to just one search-engine, but many in case one should falter. These thoughts will tide me over while I court my new blog, who I will tell you is scandalously young and drop-dead gorgeous.
But then the links will loosen with time, one by one broken and left dangling to gently wave in the cyber breezes…until, one day the last link will snap, and then something that I loved intimately and passionately will forever be adrift…