Weepy Willow

Originally Posted Tuesday, September 24, 2013

So. . . what if I never take a picture again?  Is that so bad?  This one is not mine.  It is from a girl I couldn't get over for many, many years.  True dat.  I'm over everything now, though, and I can tell you. . . it was better to be sad and longing than to be nothing at all. 

Apropos of that (or of nothing at all), I watched the season finale of "The Newsroom" tonight.  If you haven't watched it or maybe watched one and didn't really take to it. . . well. . . I've killed this site anyway, so who cares.  I'll simply say I cried like a. . . whatever p.c. thing I can say.  I weeped like a willow, perhaps.  I am not proud of that, trust me, but it is true.  I am a liberal romantic nerd, and this is the most liberal romantic show on television.  I like other shows and don't mind saying so.  But I am ashamed of how much I like "The Newsroom."  Truly.  It is shame. 

As I write, I look at this picture and feel a little bit of what I once felt, so maybe there is still a life inside me yet.  I have threatened to tell the story many times.  The girl in the picture has given permission as well. 

Oh. . . this picture was taken nine years after the fact.  Maybe ten.  Yea. . . I know.  Maybe someday I'll tell the three or four of you who are left.