There's been a noticeable absence in the blogosphere
for months and months on end. The guy about whom I
write, originally from Philadelphia, got our attention a few
years ago and drew us in with his sheer brilliance and natural
way with words, his uncanny knack for photography, and
an otherworldly ability to make sense out of the insensible.
I waited daily for his posts, and read them not once, not
twice, but numerous times. I searched for hidden meanings
and sometimes found them. Other times I found none,
for none were meant to be found. As the comments unfolded,
the reader sometimes was able to decipher the intended
message, if one was intended. More often than not it was just
an intelligent observation of an everyday happening, which
the average person probably would never have observed.
I'm praying that the blogger has not become extinct.
How frickin long does it take to retire? It's something
that unfortunately I will never know.
Where art thou, Brother?