A Return

And so after some time off I come back, not triumphant but kind of ashamed: rubbing a circle in the dirt with my Buster Browns; chin into my chest; hands deep in my pockets. I started out of nowhere and dropped out just as fast. But I come back renewed. I have recently performed my civic duty as a juror in New York City and maybe it was the thrill of judging people, maybe it was the incredible diversity of people who were called, maybe it was a reaction to sitting in windowless rooms for hours on end for two days. I do know that I have needed to take a step back into the writing world and this is a nice blackboard to scribble on. A couple of friends have told me that I need to do this, so who am I to disappoint?

America is a place for second chances, right? Think of me as a Doc Gooden or a Darryl Strawberry and blogger.com as George Steinbrenner. I'll try to talk more about how I am like them, how I am a part of America and what I think of America and what I think if Doc Gooden and Darryl Strawberry were running America. Here's a sneak peek: universal healthcare.

All I want to do (again) is stake out a little piece of internet paper and say my part. I'm not sure I'll have anything truly valid to say outside of relating to the '85 Mets, but I feel that once I squeeze some of my mind grapes I can amuse or provoke or maybe both at once. I'm not expecting to change the world - just small movements that might change the quality of someone's day. I wish I could be more specific but I think I'll just have to make it up as I go along. So until the next time, I'll be cleaning my Buster Browns.