NOTICE: The blog is a tightrope walk between what is private and what can be made public, and to be frank, to write a diary in public, is difficult. When I began this project in 1999, I was inspired by Weston’s journals. I realize now that he could sit in private and write to his heart’s content, knowing that at some point he could go back and change names, or edit as he wished, and the very last thing was to publish.
The blog as a diary is completely different as people are reading it as you go along. Not only are they reading it, but if you allow it, posting comments. It is a weird thing for sure.
Anyway – I’ve decided to review all comments before they get posted so that they hopefully add something to the blog. If they don’t make it in it can only mean that I didn’t think it was a propos, or didn’t like the tone or just didn’t feel like including it. This will make it easier for me to write openly and honestly to you.
BTW – you don’t always see comments that I quickly delete for reasons mentioned above. But this will give me more safety when writing about things that probably should be kept private until someone writes my biography or I’m too old to give a damn, or I’m famous but still in need of money.
At any rate – the point is -like many groups – this one will be moderated by your own whimsical and arbitrary host.
* * * Postscript * * *
There were some comments (much to my surprise) about whether Lester was real or not. I can assure you that he is absolutely real. He lives in a small town in New Jersey with his wife, Madeline (Maddy for short) and worked as a token booth clerk for about – what is it – thirty years? He retired around the time that the metro cards first appeared, but his retirement didn’t last long as he went back to school and became a math teacher. I don’t think he ever taught any of the more abstract areas of mathematics, but he was and still is tremendous at adding and subtraction. Almost to the point of being an idiot savant. If you were to throw a bunch of coins in the air, he could count them, almost without looking, before they hit the ground.
He’s modest about this skill, but if you meet him at a party – bring a book of match sticks and test him. You’d be amazed.
Well anyway – Lester retired from teaching last year – which is why he has a lot of free time for these trips – and because he is absolutely bored. He doesn’t have any hobbies other than reading, and coin collecting.
So – just to put that rumor to bed – he is completely real. I noticed that in his last comment he said he lived in Idaho. Believe me, he’s never been to Idaho, and probably looked those two streets up on a google map just to be funny.
What else can I say about him. You can see he has a drole sense of humor which I don’t have.
I was supposed to be best man at his wedding – but that was the winter that I went skiing for the first time – and sorry Les – but you remember I had a badly sprained leg, which to be honest has never entirely healed. In fact, lately, when the weather gets frosty, my right leg starts to ache again.
It’s true, that some of the characters that appear in the blog are partly made up – or let’s say based on composites of people I’ve known – but not Lester. So I hope that clears things up.