Merhaba!!! Which, if Uncle Leo were Turkish, would mean, "Jerry... HELLO!!!"
Come on in, for godssake. And if you don't mind, please remove your boots. This blog is brand spankin' new, and who wants their new website tracked up with mud?
For years, people would get my annual Christmas letters and muster the courage to ask, "Is there any way to get off your mailing list?" But a few "friends" came forward and gave some strange advice: "Tom," they said. "You should start a bog."
In 2004, we moved to a Traverse City property that bordered a bog. The land had a one room hut that overlooked this bog, and to get in touch with my friends' advice, I would spend hours communing with the bog-loving mosquitoes of spring, the mosquitoes of summer, and the mosquitoes of fall. Finally, I asked myself "What's the big whoop?" I watched monster trucks getting stuck in bogs. Didn't do a thing for me. Hundreds of dollars blown on mosquito repellent. All that time bogging when I coulda been blogging.
I have tinnitis. My ears constantly scream. My ears scream like they're heading to hell on a roller coaster. Every waking hour I'm heading to hell on a roller coaster. In my sleep, I stand in line at the carnival. "Bog"..."blog"... who knew? Would I have been a pioneer in the 19th century? I would have heard, "Go rest, young man" and gone back to bed.
My point is this: Tinnitis has altered the course of human history. But we're trying.
I plan to write on this boggy blog from time to time. You are always invited, whoever you are, but in your stockinged feet please. Invite your friends if they have strong stomachs and might enjoy a glimpse of pure neurosis. And to refer to a favorite beer back in the day, "Weidemann Weep!"
Comments are welcome at tombohn2@yahoo.com
Come on in, for godssake. And if you don't mind, please remove your boots. This blog is brand spankin' new, and who wants their new website tracked up with mud?
For years, people would get my annual Christmas letters and muster the courage to ask, "Is there any way to get off your mailing list?" But a few "friends" came forward and gave some strange advice: "Tom," they said. "You should start a bog."
In 2004, we moved to a Traverse City property that bordered a bog. The land had a one room hut that overlooked this bog, and to get in touch with my friends' advice, I would spend hours communing with the bog-loving mosquitoes of spring, the mosquitoes of summer, and the mosquitoes of fall. Finally, I asked myself "What's the big whoop?" I watched monster trucks getting stuck in bogs. Didn't do a thing for me. Hundreds of dollars blown on mosquito repellent. All that time bogging when I coulda been blogging.
I have tinnitis. My ears constantly scream. My ears scream like they're heading to hell on a roller coaster. Every waking hour I'm heading to hell on a roller coaster. In my sleep, I stand in line at the carnival. "Bog"..."blog"... who knew? Would I have been a pioneer in the 19th century? I would have heard, "Go rest, young man" and gone back to bed.
My point is this: Tinnitis has altered the course of human history. But we're trying.
I plan to write on this boggy blog from time to time. You are always invited, whoever you are, but in your stockinged feet please. Invite your friends if they have strong stomachs and might enjoy a glimpse of pure neurosis. And to refer to a favorite beer back in the day, "Weidemann Weep!"
Comments are welcome at tombohn2@yahoo.com
I think you have something here. Looking forward to more. I am not sure, but a bit of Kurt Vonnegut humor or someone I read long ago.
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