CALL ME SNAKE

After years of maintaining my independence, I’ve gone and done something I thought I’d never do–I’ve joined a group blog. It’s called the “Cambridge Blog” [http://blogs.townonline.com/cambridge/], an adjunct to “The Cambridge Chronicle” newspaper. I’m a columnist for the Chronicle and was asked by the editor to contribute to the blog as well. Yesterday I posted my first entry, as an introduction of sorts, which the editor had suggested would be a good way to start. The title of my entry–”Who am I? Why am I here?”–was taken from 1992 vice presidential candidate James Stockwell, who posed the questions in a televised debate. My discussion got rather longwinded–perhaps too longwinded for some readers.

In a comment, one reader submitted a joke that answered the second of the questions posed by Stockwell and, 15 years later, by me: It starts with a man who suspected his wife of cheating on him. He went home early one day. He looked in the bedroom and did not find anyone. He looked in the kitchen and did not find anyone. He looked in the bathroom and saw no one. Then he opened the shower curtain and saw a man standing there. He asked the man “What are you doing here?” The man replied, “Everyone’s got to be somewhere.”

That, in a nutshell, is as good an explanation for this blog, Call Me Snake, as I can muster. It also explains, in five words or less, why I’ve switched over “to the other side,” though my visits there may be infrequent.