The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
Glacial Speed to a Child
by Regis Boff
I am closer to the last Ice Age than most of you. It scared the shit out of me as a kid. Even while I slept, it was coming after me relentlessly. I knew it would eventually crush our family’s 1956 Chevy and mash our dimwit of a family dog. Glacial speed is fast to a child. I knew where my fur hooded coat and my galoshes ( bet you haven’t heard that word for a while) were, even in the summertime.
I am encouraged to fear the warm now. But I can’t. I am of an age that sleeps better when my bones aren’t being crushed by ice.