Foraging bears have been spotted in the forests of Brookhaven. They have learned how to use computers. Smoldering cigar butts, empty bourbon bottles and overturned picnic baskets are everywhere. A sign on their desk reads: All the fish that’s fit to wrap. It is a scary sight.
In a parallel universe, Mr. Bear is Riley O’Connor. This blog started life as merely something for my personal amusement, occupational therapy if you will. As it turns out, I’m beginning to enjoy it. I hope that you gain something of value here and leave with something that will help you. I try to publish once a week, usually on the weekend; why dilute the words with lots of postings?
Likewise, I am cautioned by another’s words:
One of the eternal follies of old age is the delusion that you have a duty to record your insights into the nature of humanity before you perish, overlooking the fact that they are already common currency in every bar or taxicab in the world.
I have lived in Atlanta since 1965, in Brookhaven since 1978, and I have a strong affection for this place. Someone has to raise a few issues; since I have precious little to lose in terms of career stuff, it might as well be me. I’m fortunate to be in the position to write for myself instead of writing for someone else. The money’s not as good, but I have the freedom to say what’s on my mind. On the other hand, respect for the libel laws makes me at least think about what I’m saying.
I believe in entrepreneurship. I believe in free markets and individual freedom, coupled with personal responsibility. I believe in a limited Federal government. I believe in accountability by our governments. I believe in the truth, not the relativistic truths that are so popular, but the real life truths. Such as the fact that the buttered side of the toast always lands face down on the floor. You just can’t mess with physics.
I know that I am a fairly decent writer, and I thank a number of people for that skill. Julio Fonseca, Robert Machen, Chuck Yeiser and Tom Eberhardt gave me something which was already present but undeveloped. You write what you read, so I don’t read People magazine. On the other hand, I do read bathroom graffiti.
So, this is it. Mr. Bear’s Blog, from the Brookhaven Free State, near Atlanta.
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