I have a lot to do in my day-to-day life. There are gobs of projects that remain unstarted and many others unfinished. I have several hobbies that occupy my interest and I have a family to care and provide for. While I enjoy this interwebby thing with all these interesting blogs, I don’t want to spend hours and hours of everyday reading about what’s going on in everybody else’s world. With all this in mind, I’m fairly picky over which and how many blogs I read on a regular basis.
I like blogs that are interesting, funny, quirky and informative. Strike a chord on several of these for me and you’ve got a subscriber. I happened across Just A Boy From Newfoundland several years ago, I don’t remember exactly when. I wouldn’t describe it as funny, quirky or informative, but for some reason it grabbed my attention. It is not the typical blog that draws me. The author posts very infrequently. I’ve often thought that he’d given up on his blog. However, when he does post, it is usually a post that you must commit to reading. He narrates anecdotes from his life and drains his heart in a verbose, sentimental style that just pulls me in. He’s lived a wild life that teetered on the edge of destruction. His posts reflect on his constant struggle to recover from his past sins while continuing to fight off the demons that almost killed him in the first place.
I had already long been hooked when he wrote the post Old City Memories. In it, he writes about his home town, St. John’s, Newfoundland. Specifically, he bluntly describes the rough neighbourhoods familiar to anyone from that town, neighbourhoods which, coincidentally, I lived in and grew up in myself. I reached out to him and discovered that he had been writing under a pseudonym. While I don’t know him directly, I knew his older brothers. It’s funny how the intersections of life, with the internet as a catalyst, prove to us that this is truly a small, small world.
Check him out.
Websters Dictionary defines it as not abnormal. Well, thanks a freakin’ heap, Websters. You are SO helpful. To be fair, it also describes normal as conforming to a standard or the common type, and free from mental disorder; sane. 
It seems we have come full circle with communication technology. Once upon a time, all we had to communicate with folks far away, was the the postal system or a telegraph using morse code. Then, along came the telephone. Wow, press a few buttons and you can actually speak to someone far away. Cool! Then, came the cellular phone. You don’t have to be connected to a wire attached to the walls of your house… you can talk to anyone, anywhere in the world, from anywhere in the world with this little gadget you can carry with you. Super cool!
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