I don't get the chance to contribute to my own Blog nearly as much as I'd like. As a matter of fact, I just took a quick peak, and boy were my eyes opened! I mean, yeah ... I realize that we're all here to share ideas, learn from and grow with one another, while - at the same time - exposing our businesses to the largest audience possible. After reviewing my past Blogs though, I had to wonder just who in their right mind would bother reading this dry, factually-based, owner's manual of a schmuck anyway?
Nearly every one of the Blogs I've written up to this point have been business-related, focusing just about exclusively on my Loon Mountain Real Estate. Well, that's all good-n-fine, and even understandable ... to a point! In the process though, very few of you have really gotten to know "Scott, the Person". Based on the "slim-pickins" I've made available out here in good ol' Cyber-Space, I can only hope that some of you might actually see this latest addition, read it, and at least get to know a little about this simple, Loon Mountain Resort Country Boy up in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Now, although this is intended for absolutely anybody & everybody, as a special acknowledgment to all of the ladies out there...
If your husband, fiance, or significant other is one of those classic "tough-guy" types, who cringes at the slightest mention of an emotionally-based "talk", and prefers avoidance (or a good ball-game!) over a teary-eyed discussion, well, em, er...
I gotta admit, I'm guilty. I play that same role the rest of my gender does. Heck, just ask my wife. When we met, she had two cats and so did I. Of course, in my classic "tough-guy" facade, I stretched the truth by blaming my previous wife. Now, this isn't to say that I lied by any stretch. Before my first wife and I separated, we had already left my Loon Mountain Resort town of Lincoln, NH once to relocate south, to North Carolina. When, ultimately, we did "part ways", I returned north to my beloved Loon Mountain communities of Lincoln & Woodstock, NH ... but not alone. I had two (feline) brother-n-sister travel companions that I had thought my step-sons couldn't live without. Anyway, let's fast-forward roughly 13-years...
The brother, a 23lb +/- orange tabby called Alley, ran away several years ago. Both were indoor/outdoor cats, and I've since seen him around my little village, but he's obviously been fed by other locals and is enjoying his own life here in the mountains. His sister, Casper - who was the "runt of the litter" and yet had remained diligent to virtually every emotion this "tough guy" had undergone over the years - was diagnosed w/Cancer last year. Although the majority had been removed successfully, her quality of life had slowly but surely diminished. As such, your author experienced his first-ever euthanasia just a couple of weeks ago, and to all the pet lovers out there, let me tell you...
The water-works were in full-swing all the way home, and still well-up from time to time!
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