Direct your eyes to the left of this page and you’ll notice a white box titled ‘Live Traffic Feed.’ The mysterious ways of the internet are largely lost on me….yet I do know this primitive tracking device is somewhat unreliable. For example, I can think of three people in specific locations [not a large metropolitan area such as 'Memphis' that could easily be anyone] that visit my blog daily and I’ve never once seen those places appear. The Feedjit, as it’s called, didn’t cost me a penny. Perhaps I could have more advanced features and a record of every visit if I was willing to pay– but I’m not– so I guess we’ll never know.
Hello to the frequent visitor in Malawi! Hopefully you’re not preparing to inform me that the Glorious Prince Reverend Abacha urgently needs my one thousand dollar donation [which will later be returned to me as a million dollars] to the Continental African Bank], but I welcome you anyway. Send me an email and introduce yourself. Please encourage all your Malawian friends to read Cocktails With Hemingway because I have a feeling my little family is going to want to go somewhere totally off the grid when this debacle ends.
A daily visitor comes from Forrest City, Arkansas here in the good ol’ U S of A. Although one of my closest friends from many years ago was born and raised there, I don’t know a soul in those parts at the present time. My advice to the Forrest City fan would be get to Little Rock as soon as possible because the city of forest is dreadfully boring. Or maybe it’s changed. It’s almost a decade since I last visited and think of all that can happen in the span of ten years….
But I digress. Seeing Forrest City pop up on my Feedjit got me incredibly homesick. Remembering fun times with Jason, the friend in question, sent my mind thinking about the countless acquaintances I’ve encountered and how seamlessly I can transition between groups. I’ve come to the conclusion that I must know 319432035959435943503543 people. Not all of them are folks I consider friends and I’m sure a fair amount of them dislike me– but like I always say– you love me, you hate me, but you’ll never forget me.
I’ll devote an entire post [probably the first of many] to being homesick at a later date. As is the case with most individuals, I’m sure, I’m mainly longing for people as opposed to places. Memphis will always be….Memphis….but I miss my friends. And I’m so grateful that not all of my nearest and dearest are in Memphis. We’ve scattered and dispersed and now we’re everywhere! It’s strangely reassuring to think that I could go to virtually every state in this country [and even some international destinations] and see a familiar face that would welcome us with open arms. I
To Shar: thank you for your message. I did post it, however, I can’t find it on my new format. For somebody who blogs so incessantly I really do know very little about the Word Press program. We’ll catch up soon. Can you believe it was only two years ago we were in Georgia?!
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,