On Comments and Shadow Shot Sunday

I never remember to post a shadow shot on shadow shot Sunday (or is it Shadow shot Saturday?) so I'm just sticking this one in for the heck of it.

ON COMMENTS:

I've finally figured out a couple of things about Blogger although I still haven't figured out the HTML to make my blog a full page wide like some of you experts.

But there is something about comments that still confuses me. I don't know what to do when someone asks me a question in a comment. Sometimes I want to answer the question. I often see some of you answering by commenting on your own blogs. Barry is very good at this. But I realize that after I make a comment on someone's blog, I seldom come back later to see if someone has commented on my comment.

It's hard enough to keep up with the steady flow of new blogs. It would be almost impossible to go back and see if anyoneone had commented on an earlier comment.

Some bloggers put emails on their profiles and if they ask a question about my blog, I will sometimes email them the answer...or sometimes just to make a smart comment back on a smart comment they made.

I remember one ingenious idea one of you had...sorry, I can't remember who...and you wrote a blog that responded to a whole batch of questions about earlier blogs. It was a cool approach.

Unfortunately usually I just think about the answer, turn off the computer and go to work. I'm usually late enough for work already.

Oh -- that reminds me. Someone asked me in a comment not too long ago whether I was really up at 2:00 a.m. posting because they had noted the time on the post. Actually, it is possible that I was up because with the onset of new dogs and a grandson I can't remember the last time I slept a straight 8-hour night. But the fact is that I have become accustomed, after writing a post to click the "post options" thing and just come up with when a good time to have the post show up. This one I wrote around 6 a.m. this morning but decided for no particular reason to schedule for posting at 1:35 p.m.

What's time anyway. I think my Aussie friends are just going to bed now. Maybe. I don't know.

The Meme and Ted Kennedy

Boy it was fun watching people guess which was the lie on the meme. And I can't just reveal it, but over time, I will try and blog the true ones. And as some have noted, I already blogged about jumping in a mud puddle with Jim Morrison.

But today, I need to do a brief...

BAGMAN: "After War and Peace in Venice, I hope it's brief!!!"

...brief piece about Ted Kennedy. Because I had forgotten but I once met him, long ago. It was during the unfortunately brief time his brother was President and I was studying journalism at Northeastern and periodically working as a stringer reporter (Wrentham Correspondent) for the Woonsocket Call. Ted Kennedy, who was then known primarily as John and Robert's younger brother, came out to talk to a group of high school students. I don't even remember the occasion -- whether it was a high school function or a local Democratic Party thing.

I don't remember much about it. I must have taken some pictures of him with the kids but have no copies because I shot with an old bellows-type Polaroid Land camera and the newspaper got the prints and nothing remained behind.

In fact, I had forgotten it entirely until watching some of the coverage of his funeral.

I do remember one thing which I, now, am embarassed to admit. I remember being disappointed and frustrated that it was this upstart kid instead of the more important Bobby or Jack. I think the public opinion rap on him at the time was that he lacked their intelligence. So my coverage was just the same kind of bland blah blah but that I did for the local garden club meetings.

Gee...if I had known then that he would become the Lion of the Senate...mourned worldwide...I might have remembered more. And shot a couple of extra shots for me to keep.

You know, we never know who we are talking to or what they will do for our world. Maybe the key is to treat everyone we meet with awe and respect.