Typing With My Thumbs . . .
I am writing on a local train from New Brunswick, New Jersey headed for Newark where I can take a light-rail subway and a bus to get home. I am using an Internet appliance. Uh, it is likely that this post will be remarkably brief. I hate typing with my thumbs, but I have already missed my deadline and, as I always say “The rules are your friends and anyone who offends your friends should be beaten senseless.”
I have been on the road with my freelance writing business for the past three days and, to be honest, I am getting a little too long in the tooth for this lifestyle. I qualify as a senior and get a good price on train tickets, but this running around the state makes me tired and I occasionally have one of those moments where I run into someone who says “Hello, Marc”, but I cannot recognize them. My strategy is to return their greeting warmly and hope that they will give me a hint of who the hell they are. Read the rest of this entry »



