The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

You never know what you’re going to get with me. I could sit here and write some sappy thoughts about lost loved ones, the pretty pictures on my walls, happy days gone by, or my blessed life. Or I could blather about very little at all–the commute to work, interactions at home, memes I saw on social media, and such. Truth is, whether it’s been a blog or a journal, I’ve been fairly inconsistent as a writer. It’s a hobby for me, a way to vent and clear my head or my emotions.

Typically, I really don’t give a damn whether anyone else reads it or not. And in some cases, when I’m really on a rant, it’s probably just as well that no one reads it. The filter slips, the language gets raw, and folks’ image of me as a friggin’ goody-two-shoes gets muddied. I can’t stand the scolding looks and pointing fingers I get from some people when that happens.

I’m generally an easy-going fella, and I look for the best in other people. At the same time, if you treat me like crap for long enough, I’ll eventually give up on you. I’m opinionated. I like puns. I like politics and baseball. I’m a Mainer, born and bred. I teach adult education for the Maine Department of Corrections, where I help men earn their high school equivalency diplomas, or at least work toward them.  I’ve lived in Lookout Mountain, Georgia and Yamagata, Japan. I’ve been a teacher of English conversation and a private school administrator, as well as a junior high school English comp and social studies teacher. While I’ve enjoyed the teaching positions in other schools, the one for DOC is the best by far.

Lastly, I’m old enough to know better, but I don’t always give a crap.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton