Everybody has a story to tell, and I’d wager that most people’s stories contain fascinating details and sometimes surprising historical links. If I find myself waiting among a large crowd of strangers, like Christmas shopping, or stuck in traffic somewhere, I sometimes play this game with myself. I imagine that all these faces around me are hiding stories. Some are sad, tragic stories of lost loves, or stories that are shameful and too painful or guilt laden to share – some are tense, thrilling, possibly frightening – or perhaps they’re heroic or hilarious. Every face out there is hiding a lifetime of stories every bit as complex as my own.
So, think of me as one of those unknown faces in the crowd. My plan is to come back at least once a week and add a new piece to this ongoing story of my past, present, and future, in the hope of occasionally arriving on common ground with my readers. My history may have started well before yours, or perhaps not, but my present, which I plan on sharing in equal part, will, as I suspect, contain some commonalities to your story.
Rodney Jones (Author of The Sun, the Moon, and Maybe the Trains)