That’s what the Colonel had to say about my blog.
“Your blog’s gotten LAME lately”, he remarked matter-of-factly.
And he’s not wrong.
I’m having trouble blogging lately. Or writing in anything other than under-140 character spurts. I never tended toward gratuitous verbosity, as a rule. But since Twitter, I’ve become even more laconic.
I’ve become the epitome of the reserved Yankee.
To foreigners, a Yankee is an American.
To Americans, a Yankee is a Northerner.
To Northerners, a Yankee is an Easterner.
To Easterners, a Yankee is a New Englander.
To New Englanders, a Yankee is a Vermonter.
And in Vermont, a Yankee is somebody who eats pie for breakfast.
– E.B. White
I eat pie for breakfast.