It has been oft suggested that I make my photos available for purchase, so I recently set about designing a website exclusively for the sale of York-branded ephemera. There’s no need for a business plan, because I don’t actually expect to make any money doing this … (read more)
The origin of the yorkrules.com URL is a long and wandering story that only I find amusing, much like the URL itself. Having spent 31 years as York, it’s become second nature for me to follow up personal introductions with, “Like New York,” and, “No, not like the Icelandic singer,” … (read more)
Friend Randy and I were talking today, and as the conversation briefly touched upon our ages (early thirties) and our places in this world (?), I was reminded of something (you regular readers will be ready for this) that the Canadian man of letters, Robertson Davies, once said. … (read more)
The silver swan, who living had no note,
When death approached unlocked her silent throat,
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:
Farewell all joys, O death come close mine eyes,
More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.- Anonymous
In my previous post, Your Blog Here, I opened up the e-floor to questions from my limited audience. Though I was not inundated with queries, Friend Anthony, with the generous curiosity of three normal friends, responded to my solicitation with the three following questions: … (read more)
The greatest aspect of this online journal is that it can be a conversation, a free exchange of ideas between writer and reader. Thus I thought it important at this time to say thank you to my readership for sharing this ongoing experience with me. Thank you, Julie. … (read more)
It would not be exceptionally revelatory of me to say that high dchool was not all milk & honey, but by my junior year, I had found my personal style, established myself in the social order, and discovered a certain sense of inner peace. Thus I said to myself: … (read more)