This is going on your permanent record!!!

The danger in writing a Blog is that in each post the author must risk revealing a part of themselves. To avoid this would make the reading dull, like a novel with no character development. I don't expect visitors to know me from my profile, that's like judging a house by looking at the mailbox. Writing a public blog is a lot of work, for example, this post is in it's 2nd rewrite. In the blogs that I follow (see the right hand side of the page) most have 2 or more regular contributors, add to that the occasional guest blogger and the workload gets kind of spread out. In my case, I have to get over the fact that I can't post every night (at least in 300 words or less, before 2am), so I must be satisfied with posting once a week, twice a week if I am lucky. Not for a lack of material (trust me), it is my own internal battle with quality control. I don't want to just post my inventory of "finds", I want to use the medium to tell a story and possibly enjoy reading it myself.

So, in honor of the timing of my daughter's kindergarten report card (we're still waiting for it to arrive....sheesh!) Here is a revealing look at a point in my formative years:

Ahh, good old East View, when you could still walk to school if you wanted to, and all you had to worry about during the shortcut through a back alley was a few feral cats and their kittens. Peter Van Toll and I actually caught a few of the kittens. He was a junior humanitarian, I was already looking for an excuse to "dig" in someone's garage. Word of caution: I wouldn't recommend to the untrained any attempt at a capture of either cat or kitten ala feral. Trying to capture a feral kitten is like trying to stop a table fan covered in razor blades with your bare hands. Not a good idea.

I was only in 7th grade and my mind was already drifting from my studies. I was becoming a...a..hmmm....rebel?...badass?....How did my seventh grade Art teacher put it?(Click to enlarge)

That's me "The edge of mischief" look out for me, world. I could go at any moment. I'm on the edge baby. One wrong step, one mis-folded paper, one crooked scissor cut and I am full blown mischievousness personified. I love the way Mrs Cole put that, "Greg worked long and hard and well (like the 3 could ever be separate) until after the report card went out, and then he "fell apart." Wow, it sounds as if I must have had some kind of breakdown.

Edge of Mischief - sounds like a Disney soap opera. As I recall, nothing ever came of this warning. I got back in the groove of whatever art project I was supposed to complete and found a different medium in which to express my rebellious ways.

Speaking of that - Coming Soon! The age of rebellion manifests itself in every generation. Here is proof of that from my generation, and a tease for the next post: