I love how we evolve, one step onto the road less taken and we start to become less predictable versions of ourselves. I've had enough versions of myself in my adult life, constantly changing each time I try something knew. In fact, I had a customer the other day who plays the violin, and I said that I loved the violin, and hoped that I might be able to inspire my children to play it someday. "Why don't you learn to do it yourself? she asked. "The best way to inspire your children to do something is when you yourself do it." And I thought to myself, who knows? Maybe I will. Best-selling novelist and author of Bel Canto, Ann Patchett wrote that learning a new skill, or taking a new class, is the best way to keep your brain young... and God knows how I can use the help. So maybe I will.
So, too, the life of this blog has evolved from it's initial place at my kitchen table in Inwood, where I had too much fun watching, er um, spying on, the other tenants in my building, and writing about them.
I had a good friend and neighbor there who said that interesting things always seemed to happen to me, and he urged me to write about them -- this from a man whose white collar dad ended up in white collar jail. My take is that interesting things happen to pretty much everybody, and if they're eyes are open, they might even notice them.
