Che cosa? What? Non puo essere vero? That can’t be true. My pal Angela whipped out her cell phone and showed me the blog that had been written about the night Jack and I danced the night away in a tiny local bar surrounded by thirty-somethings. Note, I said written about – not by me! All these years I’ve written about other people, places and things and I hadn’t really thought about how they might have felt seeing themselves revealed. Actually, I don’t give a tinkers damn how Verizon Wireless feels when I write what a terrible corporation it is. Or don’t feel sad when I bash politicos. Perhaps I should. Perhaps, I too need to think before I pound a keyboard. I mean, is it fair of me to decide that a certain village isn’t worth stopping in or that I wouldn’t let a wild dog eat in a certain restaurant?
In today’s world of instant access via Instagram, Facebook and all the other “wheeeee I can send something out to stratosphere sites,” I feel compelled to never leave home without full makeup, my hair done and ready for my closeup. Compelled but often, yawn, don’t bother and then WHAM a fugly photo of me shows up on FaceBook. ERRRRRRGGGGG. If you are going to take my picture – stand on a chair and shoot down – I look thinner.
I didn’t post this picture. But it isn’t bad. The person who did, likes us.
Back to the blog – the author didn’t use our names, so why did I think she was writing about us? Because people who weren’t there told me they recognized our personalities and young folks who were there told me it was obvious. We were the only “old” couple there. GRRRRRRRR.
Ad un tratto li vedo, ballano bene, conoscono i passi, ma non è quello che mi colpisce: sono una coppia di mezza età, ballano stretti stretti, si guardano negli occhi, si amano con la tenerezza e la complicità di chi attraversa la vita insieme…
Suddenly I see them, (Guess who?) they dance well, know the steps, but that is not what strikes me: they are a middle-aged couple, (Bless you darling) dancing closely together, looking at each other with love, tenderness and the complicity of those who go through life together.
There is more but I would need permission to re-post it.
Discovering that tons of people in Pontelandolfo knew exactly who this particular blogger was writing about – even though she didn’t use our names – felt a little bit squirrely. Then I read the article. OK, it still feels a little bit strange, but since all press is good press, what the hey – I’ll enjoy the moment. Especially since the story was touching, positive, a wee bit sad and reinforces the good life we have here in Pontelandolfo. It was also very well written. I would like to have coffee with the author. PS – if it isn’t about us – gulp –
PS – if it isn’t about us – gulp – I WILL FEEL REALLY STUPID. Even if it wasn’t about us, it served to make me rethink – or remember – that old adage – “Think before you speak.”
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt. Abraham Lincoln
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