My Life Was Changed By A Train

How did I get here? Well besides my mom and dad making sure of it, that is. Well, I’ve been reading a message board, or one of its versions, for several years now. Its called KnoxBlab now. It used to be the MetroBlab and BubbaBlab, but now, its KnoxBlab. And there are all kinds of cool people on it. Some people aren’t so cool, but we won’t go into that here. At least, not now.

A few of the posters there have blogs of their own. And I read ‘em. Every day. Well not EVERY day, but when I have time. A couple of them have become my neighbors recently, and I’d even consider ‘em friends. KAG used to work for the paper I work for so I was familiar with her work. She blogs about her family, hew new husband, JAH, and just life in general.

They blogged last year about a husband who was struggling with a mysterious illness that eventually claimed the life of his beautiful wife, and soul-mate. I refreshed AT’s blog religiously every hour. It was captivating how such a sincere “everyman” could write so eloquently and unabashedly about love, losing, and life. He also writes a great Sunday Haiku series, which is why I wrote one of my own on Monday.

As it turns out, he’s a cool guy, great father, and has cool taste in music. I’d consider him a friend as well. Plus his brother has a killer Mohawk and I saw him a couple of times one day about a month before I met he and AT. I like coincidences that make you realize you’re supposed to notice things.

I really enjoy reading about them and their lives and I used to write a lot more than I do now, so I thought this might be a good way to vent and create. I’d like to get some comments sometimes, but I think you gotta type something risque or have a lot of blog-readers. I’ll have to wait for that I suppose.