Yesterday I drove the Pontiac to the supermarket. As I was crossing the parking lot, a man called out to me and asked if that was my car. I replied that it was; I’m used to people asking me about it. But he said he’d seen it on the internet and knew the owner lived in the area, that the owner wrote a blog called Bark Bark Woof Woof, and wanted to someday meet him. I grinned and said thanks. He said he’s a reader, never commented, but enjoyed my work. And then he said that there are a lot more people who agree with what I write.
We talked as we went into the store. He’s about my age, he works as a carpenter for the school district; we’d met up as he was going in to get his lunch, I think. He told me his name, but I’m not going to share it because I didn’t tell him I’d write about our meeting.
I know that there are a lot more lurkers here than commenters, but even so, it is very nice to hear from them. Thank you.
I feel like im somebody now Thanks
You’re welcome.
This (And the cat, too.) makes my heart happy. Thanks, I needed the “good” news.
I second, (or is it “third”?), the unknown Pontiac and BBWW aficionado’s affirmation of your site. Keep up the good work!
I tell people I grew up in Kendall, Florida but it was only ’52 thru ’62. It was in “PineTree Estates” behind the Serpentarium first graduation class in Southwest Miami High. So I am older than you but I always feel I knew you. It’s in your writing of that area. I’m also a lurker.