Yes, that’s me in the photo with the goofy smile on my face and with my middle fingers extended. My daughter is getting married soon and my son needed to be fitted for a tux and I needed to be fitted for a suit and we started horsing around and he took this picture of me with his phone (saying ‘phone’ is always going to sound wrong to me—should be saying ‘camera’).
Now, do you think that paragraph I just wrote will get me over 60 comments here today? Doubtful. It’s not going to be like it was here last Tuesday.
On Tuesday, I had a few words to say about what’s going on here in Covington and The Covington News linked to it. They have a much bigger audience than I do and for whatever reason, readers flocked to it. Yes, there was some finger pointing going on in the comments (actually there were some middle fingers extended there too), but an editor once told me that if you can get somebody to respond to something you’ve written as most people don’t want to take the time, then you’ve hit a nerve. Apparently, I did. Again, over 60 comments.
To be honest, it felt strange to me. We’re just a small little blog here that has a loyal following for which I am very grateful—think you all know that. A blogger should never complain about getting traffic or comments and I don’t think I am, but on Tuesday, I almost felt like I was writing for somebody else. Again, it was strange.
And just in case you’re wondering why I didn’t involve myself in any of the comments, that same editor who told me years ago about readers responding to something I’ve written also told me to let those readers have the last word. That’s what I did.
So maybe my 15 minutes of blogging fame are up. You know, I think I can live with that just fine.
(Horrible photo of me taken my by son with his