Saturday, January 23, 2016


Happy New Year everyone. I've never been keen on making New Year's resolutions and nothing has changed in that regard. But I am going to try and post something here on my blog at least once per week in 2016. Why? Because I miss my blog. I miss writing stories that begin with a pair of socks and somehow traverses my childhood, cars, b.b. guns and cocktails before concluding. My dashboard has been so cluttered with life stuff and my focus has been so compromised over the last year-and-half that there's not been the energy for randomanalia and impertinabula over here.
And of course, there's tumblr--the MSG of blogging. I can't prove it but I do think that tumblr poaches some of my juju that would otherwise be directed here. Plus it's just easy and mindless, like MSG. F.Scott Fitzgerald used to poach his novel caliber drafts and ideas and sell them to magazines as short stories when he was pressed for cash. Some argue that he might a had another novel in him had he not stolen from his own cash register of material. With that said, the main was still one hell of a conjugator.
But I do have things that I want to write about. Things like LFG and my missing Piggly Wiggly t-shirts. We had several versions of the iconic pig and they're currently AWOL. Damn.
And I am going to write about my buddy and surrogate father, "PoPo Baker" who landed on Omaha beach on D-Day plus one. 
And I've got at least two stories about Chelsea and my boy Jimmy Whistler whose infamous White House (the hansom is stopped in front of it) was the talk of Tite street and then some.
And then there's a story about small paintings. Like this one by a young whippersnapper originally from Northern California who made his way to London and Paris and the tutelage of Whistler. He died at age 37 from blood poisoning after being accidentally stuck by a hat pin at a dance. I kid you not. Damn I love sleuthing and uncovering the proverbial back story.
And our boy over at The Old Law is about to be the daddy of a little girl.
And I declared on tumblr that I had no additional advice for him after Tommy Tevlin et al showered him with great wisdom. But then I remembered Meg Meeker's book. It's a must read.
West Evans street in my hometown. I never wrote a proper story about the haberdashery that spawned my sartorial addiction. I was busting to write it not long after my mother died. The fact that Toad and I stood in the entryway of this hallowed spot one night was a key motivator. And by the way, where the hell IS Toad?

Ok. So sit tight and let's see if my once a week commitment is sustainable.




M.Lane said...

I am so glad to hear of your renewed blogging plan! I love the page of Fitzgerald. And, where the hell IS Toad?


Heinz-Ulrich von Boffke said...

Glad to see you back and eager to see what stories unfold here in 2016. It's always a pleasure to read your marginalia.

Best Regards,

Heinz-Ulrich von Boffke

Kathy in VA said...

I'm looking forward to hearing more substantially from you. I miss Toad, too, and hope that all is well for him.

P.S. Your daughter is growing up into a lovely young woman! And we're awaiting college acceptance letters for #2 son, having married off his brother last October. Time does fly. . . happy new year! And stay warm! My Mini Cooper is completely buried.

Gail, northern California said...

I'll look for one of those 2016 postcards in my mailbox.
Little golden-hair is lovely.

Anonymous said...

"And by the way, where the hell IS Toad?"

Hims on the tumblrs, Max. He even posted a before and after version of his self couple day or so go.

James said...

I hope you do! The majority of blogs are gone that I read when I started .I so miss Toad, he was a great daily read. Please try your best. That's all we can ask.
"man of the 50s"

ADG said...

Thanks everyone! It's really great to hear from all of you.

And James...I still have the toy soldier you sent me...sitting on my bookshelf. I'll never forget that letter you wrote me.

Anonymous said...

Looking forward to your sartorial platitudes and general fuzzy observations with
elan. Toad is tumbling. Onward.

Pigtown*Design said...

I like your tumblr, but we can't comment on it... unless i just don't know how. Glad to see you back!

Anonymous said...

Max, you ever find that hat you looking fuh? I still got the inspiration photo rat here, I gone find that hat...

ADG said...

Flo...I'm over the hat thing. But I might resume the quest in the Spring since my bald spot is getting bigger.

MegTown...I can't figure out how to activate the comment thing on my tumblr.


Fagsworth said...

So glad your writing again! I was almost completely detoxed. Thanx for scoring me a fix!

Sandra said...

I hope you do write regularly. I hope I remember to check and read regularly ;-).

Seriously, you are one of my favorites, and your posts always make the day a little better!!

Happy day to you.


Patsy said...

Max is back. It's a good day!

Young Fogey said...

OK, so once a week didn't happen. We're OK with that. How about once a month?