Russell (age 16, seated center) and his cousins on motorcycles at Papa Bond's
July 1970
Welcome
I have for many years wished to put a few things in writing, sharing some of my thoughts, experiences, and some of the pursuits and interests I enjoy most, and doing it in a way that would engage others with similar tastes. Of course, a blog will do all that–it’s not a new concept–but my earlier hesitations to starting such a project have been manifold: I don’t have time for it, maybe when I retire. There are thousands of blogs out there–probably millions; do I have anything to say, and who would want to read it? Well, I am now retired (twice retired, in fact) and I have the time. Yes, there are beaucoup blogs in the blogosphere, some are really great, well-written and creative, many are quite dreadful, a few are wonderfully mediocre but providing a needed release for their creators and maintaining a small but loyal following. My blog probably won’t generate a nickel’s worth of attention, but if it falls into that latter category, I’ll be okay with that—I can handle mediocrity. Truth is, I’m doing this for myself. Plus, this coronavirus-quarantine-thing of late has cast a whole new layer of impetus on my nagging notion that I should do this now.
But where to start such a project? With only a few poorly thought-out ideas for content and a format, I read through a small text file I keep on my PC’s desktop simply called “I Love…” It’s a file I created a few years ago, and have sporadically updated since, where I write on each line a short statement about an item that interests me. There are well over a hundred little snippets in this file that to some degree help to encapsulate who I am and what I’ve been thinking. Many entries relate to music, many to wordplay, others to my favorite books, movies, podcasts, and pastimes. More than a few entries hit more than one of these buttons simultaneously (for example, “I love the wordcraft in the lyric phrase ‘hurry-home drops on her cheek’ in Chuck Berry’s song Memphis”). Some are silly and some are too personal to share here. With this file as a jumping off point, along with a few old family photos and some of the reminiscences of my youth, I hope to find enough fodder to sustain, for a while, at least, an outlet for my urge to create something. And if someone else might find it interesting, well, all the better.
Russell Lott
March, 2020
It doesn’t take much to bring to mind a sharply-focused memory from the long-ago past. Recently, hearing Neil Diamond’s “Solitary Man” in my iTunes shuffle triggered a poignant image to percolate to the surface of my thoughts. It was the image of my 13-year-old self lying in the rear-facing, third seat of our family’s Chevy station wagon, as Daddy and my brother Keith and I were traveling home late one school night from a basketball game on the coast.