Who am I? Who am I REALLY?
It is a clear, crisp +19ºF Tuesday morning on my back porch in the Upper Town neighborhood of old Saint Paul, Minnesota as I enjoy my mug of organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, Sumatran-Roast coffee.
Last night I became aware that I appear to have an identity crisis on-line with this Twitter DM (Direct Message) that reads in part:
“…but I am still not sure you are even real. A fake mr. tboard?”
At first, I thought the writer was taking a shot in fun, but Teresa disabused me of that notion by informing me that the writer is not the only one who has made that suggestion.
So—what’s a guy to do to prove he exists outside of his bride’s imagination?
Absolutely nothing! I leave it to you, Gentle Reader…
Who am I? Who am I REALLY?
Filed under: Boomer's Back Porch | Tagged: Boomer’s Back Porch, Identity Crisis, Saint Paul Minnesota, Twitter
It just occurred to me–knowing my Gentle Reader(s?) as I do, I just left myself wide open for the tender ministrations of their(?) collective senses of humor! Great!
John Holmes.
John Holmes? Do you mean John Curtis Holmes? Good grief—he’s been dead since 1988! EGADS! (So it begins—LOL)
Will you be at breakfast tomorrow at Joe’s? Maybe not, since you don’t exist.
Aw gee thanks!
You are a dear friend who happens to share an office with another dear friend of mine.
You like to shut down early so that you may arise before the roosters to visit with your late night friend on the Western most coast.
You are an amazing artist who does some pretty cool things graphically with a program that certainly isn’t made for doing such artwork.
You are a very creative soul who has conjured up a marvelous world around Danger Bay drawing in other friends from within your computer.
You enjoy your mug of organically & shade-grown, fair-trade, Sumatran-Roast coffee like none other.
You also enjoy the lubrication of a fine Summit Great Northern Porter (or similar) with your meals (or just cause).
You are as much fun to visit with on the phone as you are in the world of Twitter.
You seem pretty real to me. YEP! Real you are.
Dale: (Sniff) Oh man, T really has you fooled!
Wait….she has me pretty-well fooled as well!
Daisy is real. Jack isn’t. T, well, I’m not all that sure about.
Erik: Thanks neighbor, for adding to the “Lets throw Jack under the bus” chorus! LOL
Jeez this again… I am not even sure T is real…even after getting a hug from her in Harrisburg.
It’s the Cogder curse…. ; )
It sure took you all a long time to figure out that Jack and I are really the same person. It has not been easy for him to pose as Tboard all these months. It was very hard for him to make me up and keep it real but he did it so well that now people think I am real and he is not. Personally I think he should get some kind of an award.
So what exactly did Jack wear when he was posing as you? This sheds a whole new light on BJ!
Susie: That information is “proprietary” and won’t be shared.