My Love of Food & Cooking

I like watching “Mexico, One Plate at a Time,” hosted by Chef Rick Bayless. He seems to have a wonderful personality and life. I love the interaction between Rick and his daughter, when she is on the show. Through several years of episodes, you have seen a slightly pudgy girl grow into a slimmed down, pleasant young woman. I can only think that the young man who she turns her romantic attentions toward will be blessed. He will have to be a special person also.

Before the show came on this afternoon, it comes on our PBS station – UNC TV on Sundays, I had gotten off the couch to fix lunch. For some reason, I decided to fix some linguine, and mix it with the following, which I prepared on the stove top: a little olive oil, country sausage, onions, garlic, salad tomatoes, basil, Italian parsley, some tomato paste, salt, ground pepper & coriander, anise seed and a little sweetener (brown sugar). It all came together pretty quickly and had good flavor.

I like lime juice and use it quite often in both food and drinks. I had fresh limeade with my meal.  Compare Foods (a Hispanic grocery chain) sometimes sells fresh limes at 10 for $1.00. Even in the off season, Compare normally sells limes below any other local source.

Today Rick Bayless focused upon guacamole and it’s source, the avocado. I love the flavor and texture of avocados, but never had training in how to select them, other than the experience of buying ones that were “hard as rocks,” or “mushy with black flesh.”

As Rick progressed through the show, he repeatedly added fresh lime juice to almost all of the guacamole derivatives he created. He also used tomatillos, which he used both cooked (in the microwave for 3 minutes, and then pureed) and fresh (chopped in a blender) with lime juice in the same recipe.

Toward the end of the show, he showed how to select a ripe avocado. Look for the nub on the vine end. Apparently, if it is missing, the flesh around that end will probably be blackened. If pressing on the opposite end of the fruit (?) causes it to compress easily, then it will most likely provide a beautiful green flesh.

For most of my life, I rarely went beyond cooking hamburgers on the stove, boiling eggs for breakfast in a pot, or fixing rice and adding butter or margarine to it. Seasoning was with Morton’s Salt and McCormicks Ground Black Pepper and condiments were the big three: Hunt’s catchup, French’s yellow mustard and Duke’s mayonnaise.

For the last seven years, my culinary tastes have exploded. I have tried more varied types of foods and seasonings, spices and assorted condiments. I have not been consistently cooking my own meals for the last year, but have  run through cycles of having fun with food preparation. I understand how to combine foods and seasonings in my mind. I recognize many more spices, vegetables and fruits and have a taste memory for many of them.

Several years ago, although saffron was an expensive spice, I bought a small bottle at Food Lion. I told myself that if I did not try it now, I might die before I got the chance. I did not realize how little space the spice actually would take up in the vial. A small package was folded up which contained about a thumb joint portion of rust red flower stamens (Are they from the Crocus flower?). I found that you could add just a few of the stamens to steamed white rice to both add flavor and color. The rice became bright yellow, which worked well if you added frozen garden peas (the ones that are bright green). I don’t think I actually tasted the nuance of flavor that the saffron added to the rice, the first time I tried it. Maybe not even the second time, but eventually, I found a very distinctive flavor which was pleasant.

While on my jaunt to Washington, NC and almost to Phelps Lake yesterday, at some point, I began to rehearse the varied foods that I liked to eat. There are very few foods that I do not like the flavor of, cooked in some manner. I like chicken, steak, pork, and lamb. Most seafood and raw or fried oysters or clams. Most fruits, raw, cooked or dried. Nuts, peas, and beans. Vegetables from Asparagus to Zucchini fresh and cooked. I like soups, sauces, gravies and bread. I like most cheeses, except Limburger (It really does smell as if it is spoiled, and though the flavor is okay, it’s not worth suffering the smell.) About the only cheese I ate growing up was either Kraft Extra Sharpe (usually on cheese toast), or American Cheese slices (either on a bologna or ham sandwich, or on toasted white bread).

I like desserts, but prefer most of the other items before I would ever think about dessert. A good coconut cream pie with a hot cup of coffee (with cream & sugar) is pleasing. How about a blueberry pie or apple pie with a cold glass of milk? Or, a toasted English muffin, buttered slightly with Orange Marmalade in the morning?  I like various flavored teas.

One of my favorite foods that I can do well in the slow cooker are blackeyed peas with ham hock. Let these cook down for four hours and get tender. They are better if you refrigerate them for a day and serve them the next day. Reheat them, chop up some Vidalia onion, and I could eat just that, with a glass of sweet tea for the whole meal.

Another item which works well in a slow cooker are “pigs feet”. Put in enough water to completely cover them and then just a slight amount of apple cider vinegar. If you add too much vinegar, it will become bitter as the broth cooks down. There is not much meat to them, but the meat, skin and connective tissue are pleasing.

I once had some green beans and small potatoes seasoned with bacon, that a senior citizen had fixed for a community dinner. I chose to have a second helping instead of dessert.

My mother was not a good cook. The one meal that she did well was Sunday dinner. That’s lunch. She would fry chicken, and I would get the drum sticks. She would fix a sweet, potato salad (with pickle relish and mayo – no mustard) and I don’t recall the other vegetables she might serve, but probably corn, green beans or maybe even lima beans.

My love of good cooking came originally from my Aunt Sis (Carrie Kellum), my mother’s sister. She was a good cook in a country way. There were always two meats on the stove, and about three veggies, when I came in from school. She recycled food well. Left-over meat and veggies might go into a soup, or some other combined form the third day. She seasoned her veggies well with pork products. Long before Emeril Legasse let me know that “Pork fat rules,” my aunt had provided me with years of physical proof. I must have liked her “made from scratch” biscuits, and cornbread.   She made good chicken & pastry, and cornmeal dumplings in green beans.  I seem to recall a “divinity fudge” that was white with gelled fruit bits in it, but she definitely made a chocolate fudge that was almost pure sugar and chocolate.

Aunt Sis’ daughter, Mary Ann (Sharpe) was also a very good cook, but in her own style. I do not recall the difference between their two styles of cooking, but in the many years of enjoying Mary Ann’s cooking I only recall once (there might have been another time that I blocked out;-) that she fixed something that really wasn’t enjoyable. It was just a few years ago, and it was a tasteless clear gravy. She has not repeated that failure since… I am glad.

A Little Reflection

 

Many years ago, in computer time, I sat down at a computer and began to play a game. The game was basically a journey. Everyone started at the same location, but the game gave you options of where you wanted to go next and options of what you did at each location along the way. So the game became very personal and yet potentially different for everyone. Learning how to ask the right questions became important, as to what you needed to do, or where you should go next. The only two things, for sure, was that everyone started at the same place and eventually everyone, who successfully completed the game, ended up at the same place.

Where are we going?

 

Everyone has to start somewhere, but, we all do not have to start at the same place.

 

Along the way, you pick up tools and learn to use them to further you along your journey.

What are some of the tools that you might want to pick up along the way?

One tool might be the ability to use a “blog” to record your journey, and share your thoughts along the way. Not only can a blog be a communication tool from the one, to the many, but by allowing “comments” in your blog, the many, one at a time, can ask questions or make comments to what you are saying. Their comments can help hone your communications skills, to help make you a better communicator.

A question you might ask yourself is, “Do I communicate better by the written word, the spoken word, creating a video or a combination of one or more of these.” If “a picture is worth a thousand words,” would it be better for me to type 500 words and provide a couple of images to illustrate what I am trying to communicate, or just type 2500 words?

If the normal “frame rate” of a video is 30 frames per second (fps), then 10 seconds of video should be worth about… yep, 300,000 words. Unfortunately, a poor script, visual composition, lighting, etc. can make the word value of a video far less.

Everyone becomes a producer. Production involves collaboration. Communication involves multi-media, and communication potentially can be 24/7 and “worldwide,” even if the world includes other planets.

The tools we are going to use to communicate, both for production, consumption and responding to others are going to get smaller and become more ubiquitous.

So, I want to be able to take out my phone (smartdevice) and create video, still images, audio and text and easily make “the best combination” of these available to one or many to communicate or share my thoughts and ideas.

Is any one tool going to give me the ability to communicate? Probably not. In the world we live in, in the world we will live in, we will need to have the ability to adapt to change. As tools change, we should be able to decide which new tools are going to be important, and have the ability to learn how to use them, either by being “taught” how to use them, or becoming “self-taught.”

My time is important, and so is my energy. I have a limited amount of both. But, being able to rest and renew, to remember and rethink are also important. Remember, it is a journey we are on. Sometimes we must walk alone, often we share the journey. Knowing when to walk away from the crowd, to follow that distinctive path that only we can travel, is part of Wisdom. Sometimes stopping is wise, even though we see others walking on.

Knowing how and when to share is part of Love.

Not a Geek, Not a Geek, …

Although I have worked as a Computer Consultant with Fayetteville State University for a little over 15 years, I do not think of myself as a computer geek. I do “play” with a lot of software and hardware that should make me realize that I am a “geek”, but it just hasn’t sunken in yet.

For instance, I was looking through a “Top 40” (or 45) of free apps for the iPad/iPhone on Friday afternoon. It was a countdown and when I reached #2, I had already installed about 6 or 7 new apps to my iPad. I say, “My iPad,” but it’s not actually mine. It is an iPad that was given to me, on loan, in order that I might test it out especially regarding the Blackboard Mobile Building Block. Chet Dilday has an iPad Project and this was one of the units from that work. It is a WIFI capable, but not 3G, system which means that when you get out of WIFI range, you’re not linked to the Internet, so the GPS and real-time mapping functions don’t work then.

I found that Blackboard was willing to provide either an WIFI iPad or an Android phone to me during the Mobile Building Block test period. Since I knew I was going to get an iPad from Dr. Dilday’s project, I asked for an Android device (whatever that might be). I wasn’t expecting much from the Android device, and the iPad was still in its early release, marketing frenzy hype. But, quickly I found that the HTC Hero (Android 2.1) was an exciting little piece of technology.

Let me interject that I’ve never owned a cellphone. I’ve used two cellphones extensively, but both were provided to me via work. The Hero came to me at a time, just at the end of 5 months of self-imposed emersion in the new Web 2.0 technologies. This emersion process, at least at the beginning was painful. It’s not easy for a 56 year old man to learn about, begin to incorporate & embrace some of the new ways of doing things. And, I am not a social animal, or not a naturally social animal and I enjoy my privacy.

So, getting the Android and iPad devices and beginning to get a real hands-on feel for Web 2.0, especially as it might be used in higher education, became “fun.” Frankly, though I don’t use the cellphone as a phone. It’s all the other neat, “hook me to the Internet” applications that I enjoy: email, news, simple Blackboard admin functions, recording live video while I’m out, posting to my blogs, either text or audio while “on the road,” etc.

If you had asked me if I wanted a GPS device, I would had said, “No.” But, if you ask me now if I have enjoyed using the Sprint Navigation (GPS & Map) functions on my phone, “Darned straight I have!” I even broke down and bought a phone mounting unit for my truck, and a USB power unit that plugs into the cigarette lighter so that I can recharge the phone while I’m out driving.

So, the #2 free iPad/iPhone app was “AirVideo.” You use the program to serve videos from your PC or Mac to your iPad or iPhone. It was simple and quick to install, a free app on the iPad and then a free “Air Video Server” app to run on my PC (or Mac, etc.) The free version limited the number of video files I could list in a folder, but “out of the gate” I was able to stream, without a hiccup, both MP4 and FLV files. You can actually download your YouTube videos in either of those formats.

Why might I want to stream video from my PC to an iPad? Well, video length might be one reason. YouTube videos are limited to 10 minutes, so you could stream an hour video from home.

On Saturday, I drove up to Smithfield, NC. I ate a little, shopped a very little, and stopped by the Johnston County Library in downtown Smithfield to see if I could hook up to their WIFI (if they had it, which they did). Okay, I see that I am “geeky,” because I walked in with my iPad and the Apple Wireless Keyboard and asked if they had a local history section, and if they had WIFI. I was directed upstairs, and told, “Yes, we have free WIFI.”

I saw nothing interesting, to me, in the local history section and so I went to a nearby table and sat down, noting that the chairs were simple, but stylish. I started the iPad and hooked to the Library’s WIFI, and then started the AirVideo app. It found my Air Video Server instance, which was running on my laptop in Fayetteville, and listed the two folders that I had made available. There was my SIFAT video (of my time at S.I.F.A.T. in Wedowee/Lineville, AL back in 1983/4) and it started playing with just a little hesitation.

I pull out my phone and start the USTREAM broadcast app, and here I am recording live video of me using the AirVideo app on my iPad, and the video that is playing is something that I recorded many years ago on a VHS Camcorder (converted to digital video a year or so ago). And, part of the video even shows the PC technology that was “state of the art” at that time, an IBM PC with a 10MB Winchester hard drive with a monochrome green monitor.

So, the Library chair was interesting to me and I looked for a manufacturer’s tag on the back. I attempted to turn the chair over, to look on the bottom, but because there were a few other Library patrons nearby, I chose a more discrete method of looking for the tag. I switched to the camera app on the phone and attempted to take a picture of the bottom of the chair. There was a 2 second delay from when you pressed the trackball button to take a picture, which was perfect for giving me time to get the phone positioned beneath the chair. The first photo was fuzzy, but there was a visible tag. The second photo was fuzzy also, but readable enough to get the first 5 or so character of the manufacturer’s name. I went to the Google Search app and started to enter the manufacturer’s name and the search suggestions popped up a name with “chair” appended to it. That was it, I had the chair manufacturer and I googled for their website.

I looked through their online catalog and did not find the exact chair and began to think that this might have been an old style that maybe the Library got at a discount. I then thought to see where a showroom might be located. To my surprise, the only showroom in the whole United States was in… Smithfield, NC. Must be the distribution point for America. I entered the address in the Google Navigation window and found that the showroom was only a few miles from where I currently was.

[Got sidetracked… with work.]

A List of Things

List of things I want to recall regarding my childhood:

  • Making things from the gray clay from the ditch bank at the back of the old home place (corner Queens Creek Road and Hwy. 24).
    • Crayfish & mounds
  • Creating fighting contests between weeds.
  • Oak acorns
  • “Master Global Stamp Album” 
  • Old tobacco packhouse in the early morning sun.
  • Yellow water pump with cold, iron rust water by the tobacco barn.
  • Glen’s Landing and Matthews’ Fish House at Queens Creek.
  • Clyde Phillips’ Seafood House in Swansboro
  • Maola Milk Plant in New Bern
  • Getting a Tonka Cement Mixer from Palo Alto
    • I think my truck was yellow with a white plastic drum.
  • Things in the Toy Room (upstairs in the old home place)
  • Description of the old home place inside and out
  • The Golden Book Encyclopedias
    • I got a set of these for $10 (16 encyclopedias & 5/6 atlas) from Alabama.  It cost $17 to ship them to me;-)

Luigi’s Italian Restaurant

I had a very enjoyable lunch at Luigi’s Italian Restaurant in Fayetteville yesterday. Apparently, I had not eaten there in about a year because there was now a large expansion area which provided perhaps an additional 90 seats. This area was filled with a large group of people, as was another hidden (to me) area, around the corner, from which a large number of camouflaged soldiers eventually came filing past my small booth.

I had the Italian Sausage and Rotini, a House Salad w/ Ranch dressing, sweet tea and bread. The waitress mixed oil and spices for dipping the bread. There was also oil & balsamic vinegar on the table, which I used to extend the dipping sauce.

The salad was fresh and the tomatoes had good flavor. The saltiness of the dressing added to the pleasure. But, it was the main course that was most pleasing. It’s the sauce, the sauce, the sauce. The sauce had a little heat, and was flavorful. There were flavorful peppers amongst the sauce and rotini. The sausage had good flavor.

Near the end of my meal, one of the owners, dressed in chef’s white, came by my table and we began a dialogue. I noted mild perspiration upon his face as if he had just come from battle, which is how one looks after cooking for a large number of guests. I asked if “they” had ever had a location in Jacksonville, NC (where I am from originally) to which he replied, “No.” I asked about the additional area and was told it had been added September of last year. *They have a large parking area in the rear.

I suppose that he was one of the surviving family from the tragedy that occurred shortly before I came to Fayetteville in 1995. In 1993 a “disturbed” soldier killed several people, including the owners, and wounded many others. As he did so, he ranted regarding, then President Clinton, allowing “gays in the military.”

“Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is being dropped this year and will allow homosexuals to serve openly. I’m not sure that will fly in the face of the macho military establishment, although some civilian politicos think they are doing right. If I were gay, and in the military, I’m still guessing that “Don’t Tell” would still be the best policy.

Amazing how things change. When mom was dying in 1980, if you said that, “being gay, was an ‘alternate lifestyle,'” you would have gotten a smirk from most, with a “yeah, right.” Now if you speak against homosexuals, you might be charged with a “hate crime.” Well, it’s still not right, and if you pay attention and file away the various incidents, it doesn’t matter if a U.S. Senator says it’s okay… read the Bible.

Stephen Gates, Emily Caveness, Carl Fox

“Hit and Run” vs “Hit or Run”?

I never quite understood the logic behind “cutting a deal” with the actual driver of the SUV, Emily Caveness, in exchange for her testimony against the person that drove her away from the scene of the accident.  If she wasn’t guilty of “hit and run” and the DA knew she was the driver, at the time of the accident, then isn’t that faulty “law logic” to pursue anyone else?  What was Rabah Samara going to be charged with?

What is/was the occupation of Emily Caveness’ father?  She was from Wilkesboro, NC.

District Attorney Carl Fox

“… Orange County District Attorney Carl R. Fox has been appointed to the Superior Court bench by North Carolina Gov. Mike Easley. He’ll serve the Chatham and Orange counties….

… The judgeship was created by the General Assembly in 2004. Fox, 51, of Chapel Hill, has been a prosecutor for the two Triangle counties for more than 25 years…”  Jet, April 4, 2005

40 Years Ago, I Was 16 Years Old.

Perhaps the reality that forty years ago, I was 16 years old, just hit me because I had been posting old family pictures to Flickr yesterday.  It really hit me as I got into bed, and I found it difficult to even think clearly about “how old I had gotten.”  It was one of those nasty little melancholy feelings, just short of depression, each time I tried to emphasize the point, as I lay there alone.  The feelings of despair, of “a wasted life,” of the fate of a bleak aloneness sometimes just have to be embraced.   It doesn’t feel good.  It doesn’t necessarily make them more manageable, but like dark, storm filled clouds, they come, and given time, they will go.  *Of course, I guess there is always the possibility that a storm might come from which you do not survive.  That’s life;-)

Mom & Mustang 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth VA 1970
Mom Mustang 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth VA 1970

I was 16, and another year at Swasnboro High School was over.  A friend of the family had an automobile that had an automatic transmission, and they let me drive up to Jacksonville to take my driving test for my NC Driver’s License.  I passed, although I think I had a little problem with the 3-point turn.  Next day, I was on my way up to Portsmouth, VA to start my summer vacation, living with my mother.  I don’t recall, but that was probably one of the trips I took on a Trailways bus, passing through New Bern, “little” Washington, Ahoskie, Elizabeth City and finally arriving in Portsmouth at the bus station, downtown.

1964.5 Mustang 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth VA1970
1964.5 Mustang 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth VA c1970

I now had to drive my mother’s 1964.5 Mustang.  It was Prairie Bronze, and was a 2+2 Fast Back.  It was the first vehicle, of several that we/I have owned that had fold-down back seats.  *We had an AMC Pacer (Butterscotch in color.) which had a fold-down back seat.  I then had a Mazda 626 (White) which had a split fold-down back seat, which allowed one person to sit comfortably in the back while you carried something long (sports or fishing equipment, etc.) beside them passing through the opening into the trunk.

The Mustang had a manual transmission, and I had a difficult time learning to shift gears, but had much practice as taking my mother or aunt to work involved about 50 blocks up and down High Street in Portsmouth.  My aunt worked at the Naval Ship yard, and my mother worked at the Naval Hospital.  I became better at using the manual shift, but through the years, I will often find myself “grinding” the gears when I thoughtlessly attempt to shift.

Mom on dock in front of 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth, VA
Mom on dock in front of 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth, VA

Aunt Pete & Ervin & Boat 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth VA 1970
Aunt Pete & Ervin & Boat 521 Riverside Drive Portsmouth VA 1970

My aunt had a long-time beau, Irwin Wilkins who was very kind to me.  He had a small boat that was tied up at my aunt’s dock, which was in front of her house at 521 Riverside Drive on the West end of Portsmouth.   Driving from Churchland to Portsmouth over the Churchland Bridge, you can’t turn immediately onto Riverside Drive because they wisely blocked it off.   Probably had been, or would have been many accidents at that turn.

Several times through that summer, Irwin would take his boat out fishing and he would take me along.  We would wind about the James River stopping periodically to cast our lines into the water.  Two events I recall regarding that summer of fishing:

Once, we got started late, and the tide was receding quickly.  We managed to get the boat in the shrinking channel, polling through an increasing amount of mud.  Not sure if we would have sat in the boat, in the mud, if we couldn’t have gotten it to the river, until the tide returned, or if we would have hopped out into deep mud and waded back to shore.

Bill in front of 521 Riverside Drive 1970

The second event  involved Irwin and me casting our lines on opposite sides of his boat.  We waited and then both of us “got a bite.”  We started to reel our lines in, and there appeared to be a pretty good “fight” on both lines, but then the lines began to converge, both of us walking nearer each other until it became obvious that the lines had become entangled.  And, as our “catches” reached the surface, what dismay to find that one of us (not sure who) had caught a good sized eel, and the other was a toadfish.  *I think it was called a toadfish, but whatever it was called, it was ugly and I had been told inedible.  Rather than trying to untangle our lines, Ervin just got out the pliers and snipped both our lines;-)

Irwin Wilkins had a good heart.  For a boy that had no father growing up, Irwin provided one of those “dad/son activities”.  No, I never thought of him as a dad.  He was just a friend of my aunt, who did “kindly” toward me.  But, Irwin had a “drinking” problem.  I do not recall him being a “mean” drunk, but I do recall him being very red-faced and smelling of alcohol at least a few times.

I lost touch with Irwin after my aunt’s death, the first year I was a Carolina (Chapel Hill).  Hey, the family didn’t even tell me that she had died until I returned for Christmas break that year.  *A couple of years ago, I visited Portsmouth, with the intent of tracking down family graves in Portsmouth.  I found all but the grave of Aunt Pete (Zeta Morton Littleton).  The cemetery keeper got out her plot book and we went through it several times, but there was no entry for my aunt.  I recall the general area where she was buried, but without going row by row, grave by grave, wouldn’t be able to find her.

But, I said I lost touch with Irwin.  I heard he had died a few years after my aunt.  It didn’t really sink in about the circumstances of his death, until a few years ago, when I recalled that they had found him, deceased, and standing upright in a narrow alley-way.  What an awful end for a man who was so kind.  Irvin Wilkins' Grave in Olive Branch Cemetery, Portsmouth, VAI found Irwin’s grave (Olive Branch Cemetery -If this is not his grave, it was nearby and had an urn like those in the center of this picture.), which was near some of his family.  His grave had a stone or concrete urn, for flowers, but was empty the cold winter day I visited.  It came to me that I should return his kindness, so I went to my truck and finally my eyes lit upon a viable gift.  There was a corkscrew/wine bottle opener, a cheap one, that I had bought at the “dollar” store.  It had a burgundy, plastic handle.  I left it in his urn.

Waiting.

I rarely have to be somewhere “on time.”  I’m pretty sure my friends, especially Deborah, and Jeff, would say that I’m almost always late to any event or activity.  This has been the case most of my adult life, but oddly enough this was not how it was during my childhood.

Anytime that there was an appointment, such as a visit to a doctor’s office, my mother and I would arrive at least 20 minutes early.  And, according to my mother’s internal clock, this would be equivalent to being late.  I knew, in the way she acted, that we should expect to apologize for our tardiness, even though 20 minutes early has no hint of being late.

Strangely enough, after I became a Christian, this internal desire to not displease others left me.  I rebelled against the feelings that I had experienced as a child, in “never being early enough.”  Perhaps that was “never being enough.”

I hated myself growing up.  It is amazing that I turned out as well as I did, despite the glaring holes in my personality.   Fortunately, the same desire to please others, especially my mother, kept me relatively “in check.”  I didn’t try drugs in high school.  It wasn’t easily available at that time, and only imbibed, “Boone’s Farm” Apple, and Strawberry wine on occasions, such as Prom.

Will you take care of my digital presence when I’m gone?

It is so easy for a digital presence to be wiped out, and become totally unrecoverable.  But, I’m beginning to see that developing a digital presence is much like any other human activity.  We are born alone, and die alone, and we struggle to be heard during the journey.

A blog site, especially one developed with an application such as WordPress , can become quite reflective of the person who owns it.  There are words, both written and spoken, images, still and in motion, and we leave behind items that must have been important to us at some point, but may be discarded later.  We can choose which facets of our personalities to show to the public, and which to keep private, and sometime we might show our private selves, when it would be best to keep silent.

I have on my coffee table my mother’s high school diploma.  The paper stained and brittle.  It has the words, “Swansboro High School” in large letters arcing like a rainbow.