Sure, I could be coy. But why be a garishly colored goldfish with a glandular disorder? Fie on that. Like the detergent, I, too, shall be bold. (Wait. Do they still make Bold detergent? I feel like I don’t see that in the stores anymore. If Bold detergent has, in fact, gone the way of … well, let’s see … Vanilla Coke, Fizzies, and Pineapple Fanta [um … this might explain my teeth; and now I’m stuck thinking of Fanta as Santa’s tubby brother: so today’s ruined], it’s for sure because of Bold’s TV commercials, such as the 80’s one below.
Yikes. While, like most people, I enjoy seeing the elderly being sensually stimulated by their sweaters, in this particular case I found it disturbing, because of how much this woman looks like June Cleaver. I don’t want to have to think of June Cleaver … you know … deciding she really enjoys static cling. Because then I have to think of her husband Ward responding to that. And then I have to think of the two of them lying in bed afterward, conjuring up horrendous nicknames for their boys. So I’d rather just not go there at all. (Sad note: last month Barbara Billingsley died. She was ninety-four. Which would make The Beav around seventy. Which would make me wonder what the #$@%!! happened to my life. But whatever.)
Is my readers? That doesn’t look right.
Are my readers? That seems right—but looks wrong.
Much like our Bold commercial.
Anyway, I would absolutely be lost without my readers. You guys leave the great comments; you send me the great emails; you join my Facebook page so that publishers and their ilk are basically forced to take me seriously; you share my posts and blog with others; you link to me from your blogs and websites; you Photoshop pictures of me; you make bumper stickers and drawings about me and my work; you encourage me to make johnshore.com tee-shirts; you buy my books. In every possible way, you let me know that you’re out there, listening, thinking, and caring.
It really is something for which I am sincerely and every day thankful. As I say, I simply don’t know where I’d be without you guys.
Well, actually, I do. And (trust me) it wouldn’t be pretty.
Thank you. A blessed, wonderful Thanksgiving to each and every one of you.