I am a retired Ironworker(35 years Local 7), a lifetime Boston, Mass resident. I am old enough to know better - but don't.
Ah, to blog, to allow the calloused fingers to run off at the keyboard spittle forming under their nails. To grasp a point of view, a passion, or a three day old slice of pizza and rant in poetic cadence lulling the listener to sleep before awakening them with a jolt of irony, a dab of fear, a lingering melancholy. To tease, to taunt, to pander to the itchy fingers of the readers(if any). To dare to think, to speak in metaphoric merriment or alliterative agony. To throw down the gauntlet of inquisitive invitation, read the handwriting on the wall (correcting its spelling). Ah to blog, to make visible the mutterings of muted fingers arguing over chicken wings.