Take Me To Post Comment Form I actually used to, (with a nod to the extreme generosity of Marg Jackson), work as a Stringer for the Oakdale Leader. It was the year of our Lord, two thousand and seven. The best of times, the worst of times, and some of the more interesting nuggets of Stanislaus life were soon thrown into my path to be catalogued, photographed and written about.
The purpose of this blog is not to recapture the glory days of "tree-training", or Escalon's fabulous puppet-show story time at the library, or even the classic car exhibit held in all of our Stanislaus cities every year.
Really, I'm just nostalgic and bored.
It was the simpler times of Marg calling me on my half-broken cellular, wanting to know if I was going to make the story on time. (Yes, always). And best of all, to be writing.
You see, I'm in the military now and don't have the category of time required to do the type of writing I've shelved off for several years now. There's a sort of freedom in doing the things you're good at, even if they're not the things you enjoy the most.
So as I sit here in my superior's office, keeping close tabs on my two rovers and the F-18's in the hangar down below, I'm waxing romantic on my memory of the Oakdale Leader. Living proof that print is not dead and still a viable source of news; which must be true because I always hear about one story or another that the Leader printed when I visit home.
If this blog seems like it focuses mainly on me, well, maybe that's because it's my personal blog. (And a hell of lot better hidden than Facebook).
Without either direction or clarity, I would surmise the purpose of this post was simply to reconnect with some home roots. I've been too far away for too long, and without a return in sight. But it's good to write about it.
Anyway, my LPO is about to come in and check on us; which is another way of saying I'd better start looking busy. Here's to you Oakdale, I'll write again soon.
Cheers.