Occasionally I learn who the blurkers are. They're the ones who read the blog and hide in the shadows. Occasionally, they have friends who spill the beans.
That can be a good or bad thing, depending on whether you are I or if you are the blurker. Now, if you are I, you kinda tuck that information back in your impish brain and say to yourself, "I'm gonna have some fun with this."
If you be the blurker, you may be choking on your coffee as you begin to read this morning's posting. "What IS she gonna do to me?" you're thinking. Well, Mary Margaret, I'll treat ya nice. So, don't go worrying.
I'll just tell you that next time you come driving by the Lovestead, why don't you just come on in for a visit???? Your fellow blurker told me the story yesterday, and we got a good laugh there in Yoke's while standing with Elaine Clark.
Elaine says she doesn't do blogs. To which I said if Elaine did do blogs, I'd sure read 'em cuz I know they'd be good. Elaine had just picked up your blurker friend's wallet in the Yoke's parking lot and said she was going to turn it in if somebody didn't claim it before she got into the store. Well, your blurker friend was mighty happy with Elaine for returning it to her and sparing her of upcoming worry.
Mary Margaret, I'm just wondering how Kate is doing, and does Bart's Border Collie still roll over when Bart tells him to "Make like a Democrat"? Is Adam still an admiring fan of Lee Ioccoca?
I'll never forget when Adam conned me into using a Word Clues word in my column years ago so that he could earn extra credit in Nancy Miller's class. She had poohpoohed the word, saying nobody ever used it and that if anyone in her English class could find it in print, she'd give them extra points.
Of course, enterprising Adam knew what to do about that. So, he came to Mrs. Love, who wrote for the newspaper, and asked me to find a way to weave "logomachy" into whatever I was talking about in that month's column.
I can't remember the topic, but I do know that I used the word very wisely. Nancy Miller couldn't believe it and Nancy Miller couldn't deny Adam his extra credit. By the way, I sure didn't get anything out of that deal, except maybe a lot of people grabbing their dictionaries.
And, Mary Margaret, where's that Seinfeld kid named Garrett these days? Last time I heard, he was traveling the world.
Please, Mary Margaret, don't tell him where I live. He might get ideas about coming to my house unannounced, and I might have to bribe him to leave by feeding him stale potato chips and Schwan's ice cream bars.
I probably shouldn't mention the Tervan in this note to you, Mary Margaret, but both you and I know how that Three-Name Bar on Cedar Street in Sandpoint got one of its three names. It was called the Tam-o-Shanter, and apparently, the proprietor figured people needed to know it was a bar.
So, they put up the sign with consideration for drivers going both east and west in those days. Nowadays Cedar Street is still confusing a few folks as one-way thoroughfare.
Once they got both sides of the sign up, they (including Pinky who owned the Chevron station across the street) stood back to look at their work. Seems some letters got transposed on one side, so they just left 'em there. And we've had the Tam-o-Shanter, the Tavern and the Tervan ever since. I see it's doubling this week as a wake center too.
Well, it should. That bar is hallowed ground in Sandpoint, so hallowed the owner who made the big addition on the motel next door felt the pressure of the local citizenry and abandoned the idea of tearing it down in favor of leaving it there with the motel surrounding it.
Gosh, Mary Margaret, you've got me going. I've got lots of good memories associated with you and your family, and I thank you for reading the blog, even if you're kinda sneaky about doing it. Haven't seen you for a while, so I hope all is well with you.
In the meantime, I'm gonna keep my ears open and hope I learn who a few more slightdetour blurkers are---like that one in Louth, Ireland, and the one in Denmark. Of course, I doubt I'll learn your identity by shopping at Yoke's.
Blurker or not, I'm glad you're reading. Have a great Wednesday.
2 comments:
Oh my, I've been outed! "Blurker" is a new word to me, but I guess I qualify. I'm not Mary Margaret, but I'll 'fess up to being the person in Denmark. Hello Marianne!
I have been following your blog for a few months for several reasons. First and foremost, I enjoy your writing and your views on various issues. I also really like keeping in touch with home, both through your descriptive words and your photos. There aren't any mountains in Denmark. I also greatly admire your proven ability to write something interesting every single day! That's what newspapers will do to you, I guess.
You sent me an email a while back, Marianne, and because I am nearly the world's worst procrastinator, I have not replied. That doesn't mean you have not been on my mind, however, as you apparently can tell because I keep reading your blog. You must have some type of tracking abilities built in with this program.
I will admit to writing the first reply to your blog recently when you got thirteen replies. That day's blog skirted on politics, and piggy banks and screwdrivers. I intended simply to urge your readers to vote, whichever way they chose to do so, but I guess I did reveal my own feelings too. Guess I pushed a button for a few people.
So, I'll still be a mostly quiet blurker, I think, but I also think I'll go reply to your email. I hope your address is still the same. Now you know you have a friend and a fan in a little country across the ocean!
I still prefer to sign my name as Glory, even though that's only in the online world.
Akkk! Well, that email bounced, so I have sent you a message at the SHS site, providing I did it right. I hope I did.
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