If it’s Worth a Thousand Words and I Don’t Like it, can I get my Money Back?
I’ve been looking into providing photographic content for my web log and happened across a few recommendations for sites that specialize in this sort of thing. The two recommendations that came in are sites called photobucket.com and weblogimages.com. Interestingly enough, weblogimages.com is located in Clinton, NY which, believe it or not, is located (I believe) not too far from Potsdam. Potsdam, NY for those who don’t know me personally, is the sleepy little village, actually Canadian border town, where I attended college. While I was drinking beer and pretending to educate myself, I used to joke about Potsdam. We had a long running joke, “it’s not the end of the world, but you can see it from here.” Today, I find it rather difficult to imagine anything being near Potsdam (or Potsdam being near anything, for that matter.) Even so, the good folks at weblogimages.com are not too distant from the previously thought of end of the world locale. The point of this little diatribe is to demonstrate how you can never really run away from all of your past lives, despite your best attempts. That and, there still isn’t all that much north of the Adirondacks. On a good day, I can probably make it through the park in three hours to get back into civilization of some kind, in as much as you can say that part of NY is all that civilized at all.
Rumor has it that some country singer (Shania Twain?) lives in the park somewhere, but I’d never tell, nor do I care. Truth be told, I would love to be able to go back to Potsdam. That part of the country is filled with natural beauty, despite it being rather desolate. It’s a fun place to visit, unless you go in the dead of winter, then it’s just plain cold and blustery for my liking. I would much rather forget the ever so distant memories of fifty below zero, down coats, gloves and mittens, Timberland boots with insulation, and mind numbingly cold evenings. Still, college was all the much fun. I mean, we were stuck there and we made the best of it.
In college, I was rather popular. Being one of about 50 women in an almost all-male engineering school tends to do that to you. Translation: I used to date a lot. I’m not saying the dates themselves were all that much fun, but the social interaction was, at times, a blast. I had a lot of really good, close friends in college, some of which I didn’t even get around to dating and some of which I enjoyed the company of so much I refused to even consider dating at all. I pratically lived with about ten guys at various times, enjoyed myself fully, have fond memories, and miss some of what Potsdam had to offer.
But you can still keep all the cold.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.