FIFTY THOUSAND MOONS
Friday, February 1, 2013
Posted by el duque at 7:29 AM
The Syracuse Post-Standard has stopped functioning as a daily. It now prints three days I week. I would tell you which days, but for a mental block. It hurts too much.
I can't complain. It was my choice. I left on my terms. I don't know what I'm going to do for a living. Something will emerge.
I don't know how this will affect the blog. Obviously, IT IS HIGH is what keeps me sane, because into it, I pour my daily insanity. I might post more often. Too often. If my next job - say, bagging groceries or MMA fighting - demands time, well - who knows? I sure don't.
Also, let's face it: The 2013 Yankees look like one dim bulb of hope. If they're out of the race by August 1, I might find myself with nothing to say. (Or, hmmm, I might have a lot to say.)
Either way, it's a quandary - being old and officially out of work. I can't even work up a venomous hate for the old employer. My friends still work there. I made my choice. And this was no surprise. Four years ago, I saw it coming when I wrote this for Salon.
Something will emerge. I'm looking for the lifetime equivalent of an Aaron Small.
Oh well. Let the record show that on the day I left newspapers, the Yankees signed Travis Hafner. Omen?