I must admit, having "hubba hubba hiney" lead to my blog is somewhat satisfying
So if it isn't a legion of fans that keeps me blogging, why do I keep it up? When I began this blog, I'd been garage saling in silence for 30 years. One day, I realized I was running out of room and I knew I had to let some stuff go. I was on the verge of becoming a hoarder and I’d seen enough episodes of “Hoarders” to know that lifestyle doesn’t end well. So, I found that if I took a few pictures and wrote some words about an item, it was that much easier to let it go. It was cathartic. And hey, if I was going to do that, why not post them on the internet? My final motivation was preservation, be it preservation of a yogurt ad from 1960, memory book scribblings from the 1880’s, Valentines sent to a young girl in the 1930’s, the too-short career of a 1940’s nightclub singer or 35mm slides of a swinging 1960’s party in someone’s basement. I’m sure there’s a psychological diagnosis for it, but I don’t want these things to be forgotten. I feel like I’m saving them for future generations. Crazy as it sounds, I imagine some day an internet archeologist will be sifting through the remains of long-forgotten disc platters and will discover what the label from a 1930’s can of LaChoy bean sprouts looked like…and will thank the long-gone person who posted it. Internet immortality.
So yes, I’ll continue to blog. If you’re a regular, I thank you again and hope I bring you some amusement. If you just stumbled onto my blog, I thank you as well and invite you to stick around. You never know what I’m going to post around here.