Just a brief word, this morning, to welcome readers from The Buddha Diaries, which has been my blog since 2008. It morphed that year from my first blog, The Bush Diaries, a teasingly (but not nastily) disrespectful daily letter to then President George W. Bush which I started on November 5th, 2004, the day after the re-election of a man whose initial (s)election by the U.S. Supreme Court had already appalled me, and whose re-election, after the disaster of his first term, left me wondering about the sanity of this country. (We all know now about the path the Republican Party has followed ever since; from this old socialist's point of view, from bad to worse, to worst ever. Where can it go from here?)
Anyway, having fallen like Alice through the looking-glass into the blogosphere some four years before, I awoke one morning in 2008 with the realization that I was waking up every morning with Bush in bed with me and decided that I needed to change course. I'm glad that I did. The Buddha Diaries has been a good friend, and has had a good run. But now it's time to move on. My own interests have shifted, and I am spending much of my time, these days, on my "boyhood memories" project. As I have said elsewhere, I would have preferred to use "Boyhood Memories" as the title for this blog, but the domain was occupied by an elderly (and I believe now deceased) Greek gentleman who has not posted since 2008.
So thanks to the suggestion of one of my memory contributors, the Hawaii-based painter David Friedman, I have landed on BOYHOOD MOMENTS. I'm planning to continue posting some of my own memories, but to include more and more stories--with permission--by those who have made contributions to my growing collection.
If you're new to this site, as well as to my idea, I welcome any contribution you might have. It's my belief that all of us men have such memories, and that they put us in touch not only with our childhood, but with who we have become as men today. I have heard back from a good number of men, thanking me for having provoked the old memories that somehow pop up on cue and reveal their importance to us. If this should happen to you, please take a few moments to write down your story--anything from a couple of paragraphs to a couple of pages--and shoot them off to me at the email address you'll find listed on my profile page.
More to come. I hope you'll stay with me as I continue to explore this rich vein of human experience.