I've been working as an advertising representative for Connection Newspapers since February 1997. I responded to an ad in the newspaper, of course. The edition for which I am primarily responsible is the Potomac Almanac, although I can place ads in any of our other 14 newspapers. In addition, I have written a weekly, award-winning, column going on nearly 14 years, as of December 2011.
"Thoughtful humor and insightful commentary" and "Everything in general about nothing in particular" are two characterizations with which I am most comfortable.
Born in Brookline, Mass., I remain a loyal Boston sports fan, committed (or rather should be) and loyal member of Red Sox Nation. To set foot on the hallowed grounds of Fenway Park would be an experience I'd spend the rest of my life cherishing. I remember exactly where I was when Carlton Fisk hit his game-winning home run in game six of the 1975 World Series.
So this is what it's like to be out of the house and driving around: mask on, surgical gloves in the console, hand sanitizer in the glove box; not so different than before my two Covid-19 vaccinations.
Sure enough, the email from my oncologist didn't arrive in my inbox before we left for the weekend away on Friday.
Ordinarily, I'd be writing this column this weekend – after this week's events.
Literally and figuratively.
I realize I'm cancer-centric, especially in these columns, but for some reason that centricity didn't acknowledge my February 27th cancer anniversary.
Well, those last two weeks were kind of fun, (comparatively speaking) to the dozen or so previous weeks.
...So this is what the process is like trying to schedule a Covid-19 vaccination.
"Just when I thought I was out ... they pull me back in."
Means what exactly?
I received in the mail today what, in the sales/marketing world, we'd call a "pre-approach" letter.