Thank you, Peter Brown

It is a funny thing "giving up."  It can go many ways. Just when Al Pacino is about to give up the mafia life in Godfather III he is "dragged back in."  When Jimmy Stewart is about to jump off that bridge in "It's a Wonderful Life" and end it all, Clarence the Angel comes along and saves him from himself.

And just as I was about to throw away "Man.Hat.In" entirely after many years of daily posts I got a note from Peter Brown, author and writing instructor, whom I do not know from a farthing who said he liked my piece on The Irish American Historical Society. (Okay he didn't say he "liked it" he thanked me for my description of it, but still, SOMEONE READ MY BLOG and it had an effect. ) I was about to leap off the cyber bridge and Clarence in the form of Peter Brown saved me.   

I do not want to give up blogging. I do not want to give up being an "incfluencer" in my small way.  I want to get better at it and bigger at it. 

So thank you, Peter Brown, for pulling my keyboard from the ledge and finding me in Google search and reacting to something I wrote. 

"I love you old Irish American Historical Society!"

I am going to come back bigger and stronger and more focussed.

But on what? And when?

Farrah Fawcett meet Michael Jackson. He'll Be Trumping You

I am now going to jump on the blogosphere wagon and write about Michael Jackson. But not really. That has been done to, er, death.

Yes, he was an INCREDIBLE talent. Wow. Just will not be replaced. He will be in the Elvis, Beatles Genius Pantheon for sure.

But what he did to poor Farrah is not to be forgiven. That girl made a video and struggled and he died on HER DAY. Couldn't he have done that to Ed McMahon and given her her moment in the...light?

How amazing that word goes out on Facebook that Farrah has passed after a long, long illness and all are sad and remember her fondly and then TMZ comes along and...SMACKDOWN! KAPLOWIE! Michael Jackson is in a coma and suddenly dies and Farrah is a footnote like the passing of some post-war professor of physics in the New York Times.

Sure I don't expect to be remembered beyond those who know me personally, but Farrah, if I were her, I would expect Farrahwells for days from adoring fans, etc.

But even an Angel cannot compete with the Gloved One. Her poster was no match for his album sales.

I wonder if they ever met. How odd to be introduced, "Farrah, Michael. Michael, Farrah. You'll be dying on the same day."

It reminds me of when Robert Mitchum decided to die right BEFORE Jimmy Stewart. BAD career move. WHAM! Robert was NO match for George Bailey in the tear and remembrance stakes.

How do you plan ahead?