Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers all over the world! A new blogging day has begun.
I am so glad I’m a blogger. I’m retired and blogging gives me something to do. As I go through life, this blog is constantly on my mind. It’s like having a fever.
My goal in life is to reach 10,000 visitors and 30,000 page views every month. The bad news is I may never reach this goal. The good news is I’m already more than half way there.
You know you can’t beat that with a stick!
My lunch date yesterday was a very pleasant affair. My lady friend took me to Boston Market. Boston Market is set up like a cafeteria and we had turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, string beans, corn bread and bottled water. The place was busy. A lot of people took home enough meals to feed several people. My lady friend and I ate there. The service was excellent. A waitress carried our plates to our table. I was concerned about how my friend and I were going to make it to our table. She is older than I am and is not too steady on her feet. I once asked a bartender at Armand’s who knows my lady friend how old did she think my friend was. The bartender is in her 60s. The bartender said my friend is probably in her late 70s.
Once you reach my age, if you’re lucky, it is impossible not to be concerned with the issues of aging. This is something new to me. I’ve never been an old man before…
My friend told me a little more about her life. Her father played in the Pittsburgh Symphony. He abandoned her and her mother when she was very young. She never married. The man she was going to marry dumped her for another woman. Then he tried to come back to her and she told him to get lost. I let her talk. She needed to talk. I wish I had been a better listener when I was a young man.
(Well, we all need someone we can cream on. And, honey, you can cream on me.-Rolling Stones).
Then we talked about movies and music. She and I met at karaoke years ago. She plays piano and has been taking singing lessons for years. She’s had some high profile voice teachers. It was a very pleasant meal. I walked her to her apartment. I was surprised at how far she had to walk to get to Boston Market. She had invested a great deal of effort (and around $25.00) in our little outing. It was a lovely sunny, mild day in Pittsburgh. I have a standing invitation to eat dinner at her apartment. I’m suppose to phone her in a few days about it.
This invitation has given me pause for thought. My fear of entanglement has kicked in. Male/female relationships are so complicated.
(Well, here I go again on my own. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.-Whitesnake)
PS I don’t think she or anyone she knows will read this post. She doesn’t own a computer or move in circles-as far as I know-of people who own computers.
Well, I’ll be back on my beat in Little Italy on Tuesday. The first thing I’m going to do Tuesday morning will be to send HostGator $15.00 to renew my domain name for another year. The second thing I’m going to do is to send PayPal $30.00 so I can pay Kay Arnold for her flash fiction piece “Houseboy” that I published this month.
And then I’ll make my way to Armand’s in Little Italy for my first beer of December 2015. And then it’s karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy on Saturday night.
I can’t wait!
Welcome to my little girlie magazine.
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Today in the city there will be a mix of clouds and sunshine with a high around 65.
Hail to Pitt!