The above listed routine seems to be the #1 reason I open my big mouth these days … to change feet. Having one jammed tightly in my mouth all the time keeps ‘em clean, I suppose, but I’ll admit it gets a bit cumbersome. Still, my open-mindedness compels me to point out where I erred in a recent communication.
I call it a blessing when readers bring me to account for what I put in my posts, although so many do it via a private e-mail instead of a comment. Either way is fine with me, because I’m long past trying to hide what I may’ve done. Nothing gets swept under any rugs in my life now. It’s all on display and, quite happily, I enjoy it that way.
The premise carries over to more personal matters. At least, from your perspective, it may seem to be more personal, although every blog post is very intimate and important to me. Probably even more so than many e-mails I send. Yet, my recent faux pas is in the form of an e-mail I sent to my list. This information was included by me, along with the link.
This was sent to me by a friend. There’s absolutely nothing I “love” about the Godforsaken state of Michigan, but others may enjoy the pics.
Many of you are well aware I spent the majority of my first 41 years in Michigan, a state I hold in utter disdain. Not all are aware, it seems, of past times I’ve mentioned the troubles I had in that state were largely of my own doing. I was a drunk, although it only happened once … 1965-2000 … but that brought on a slew of trouble. I was 50% of four bad marriages, three in Michigan, something I don’t feel cries out “Bill is blameless” in a shrill tone. A host of other problems arose to badly taint my years in that state, but all those ugly memories are still securely in place. They’re also the root cause of why I detest any-every part of Michigan. Still, it was mostly my doing.
I have little doubt all the bad experiences I accumulated over four-plus decades stood me well during my battle with homelessness, but they may also have been major contributors to what put me there. It’s much akin to having a friend in high school with whom we always got in trouble. Considering it was so many years ago, it’s likely that friend is no longer the same person we hold in memory, just as none of us are what we were back then. Still, being around that person will not only cause a resurgence of those memories, it may even trigger the rise of bad actions. In short, without regard to who-what that person is now, the influence exerted is not a positive.
On the “bad side”, Michigan has been run by Democrats for many, many years, and driven into massive debt and poverty for a large number of people. It’s totally mismanaged. During the summer it’s as muggy as Alabama ever gets, surrounded by many hundreds of miles of water amidst oppressive heat. In the winter that state gets “colder’n a car dealer’s heart” and stays that way for months, with cold, crippling snow.
On the plus side, it has six weeks of fantastic weather, three in the spring and three in the fall. The other 46 weeks that place is ugly. You don’t-won’t see or feel that when you look at the very nice pics of that link. Going only that far, Michigan is a beautiful place. Tarnished with all my ugly memories, my loathing is justified … because of what I did to get myself there. If not for that, it’s a great place to live … six weeks of the year. Just be sure you don’t want to live in a sound economy, as they don’t have one.
Perhaps I should include a link to this post anytime I send out something dealing with that location. It might be easier than explaining why I can’t stand the place.
I’m just sayin’.
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