I got a message from a reader asking if I was okay. I said yes, why do you ask? She replied that I hadn’t posted since January 1 so she just wanted check up on me. Well, thanks. I appreciate that.

Fact is I kinda sorta had a goal to post something here every day. You know, in true diary fashion. But damn, the days all run together into a sameness that makes it difficult sometimes to come up with anything interesting to say. Yeah, I know. That’s never stopped me before. And honestly, I’m not bored nor am I complaining about my lot in my life. I truly am enjoying my time here for the most part.

Anyway, this blog is what it is. I don’t delve into politics much these days and while I maintain a healthy interest in the world around me I just don’t have much to contribute to the conversation. Just call me a passive observer. So I reckon I’ll just continue to write about my life here for whatever that’s worth. And I’ll give you photos too. Lots of photos! Like these:

Once the sun went down things got pretty wild at the bar. Wild in the sense that a gal at the next table took all her clothes off and was dancing naked. Unfortunately she was fat and ugly which made it easy to avert my eyes. Ah well, Justin had another memory to carry home with him.

Not sure which is worse, my writing or my photography. But I’ll endeavor to give you healthy doses of both in the future. Stick around!

UPDATE: The first time I used the “On the Water” title for a blog post was nearly seven years ago, January 6, 2012. It was on the occasion of visiting my high school buddies Rod and Pat Headlee on their sailboat when they were passing through the Carolina’s.