When I was a kid, I loved to read Blackie Sherrod in The Dallas Morning News sports section. He would flit from one topic to another in a style that brought to mind catching glimpses of conversation from the adults table during Thanksgiving dinner. Each thought was separated by an ellipses, you know…the three dots you’ve seen in print but never known what they were called…you know now. Each column would begin with “Scattershooting while wondering whatever happened to *insert name of obscure athlete here*.” I loved the old boy even though half the time I didn’t have the slightest clue what he was talking about.
So with Blackie in mind, I begin my trek into the blogosphere, and sadly with very little to say. My prayer is that on occasion you would find something uplifting, encouraging, enraging, inspiring, thought-provoking, or just plain silly. My promise to you is to never discuss at length what I’ve had for breakfast, who broke up with who, or the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy. I ask this in return, accept this for what it is, merely my thoughts, the ramblings of a young man still learning what this whole living thing is all about. I’ll try not to bore you, but I make no promises. If you learn something here, it was not by design. Enjoy it at your leisure as I write it in mine.
