CALL ME SNAKE

One of the nice things about blogging (at least for some) is the anonymity. But things are different when you are famous. Today I was at a playground with my 5-year-old and her friend when a dad at the park asked if I wrote a blog about Cambridge.

“Yes, but how could you know that?” I asked. He said he recognized me from the (rather hazy) picture on this blog. And there I was caught redhanded. Outed as it were–the first time it has ever happened, but it only takes once to be outed and then, as they say, you can’t put the genie back in the bottle again. So I can no longer walk around, unseen, chronicling the events in this town. I am now known. And apparently being noticed.

I used to go around saying, “I coulda’ been somebody.” Now that I am somebody, I’d just as soon go back to being coulda’.