This post was originally scheduled for April 15, more or less the second anniversary of Hope Street. But it seemed dreadfully slack to ask people to vote for me in a blog contest and then take a week off. So my week off will wait … until now.
I think I’m going to continue the tradition I established last year, and mark this blog’s anniversary by taking a week off.
Doesn’t seem like two years since I started doing this, but indeed it is.
It’s been an interesting 12 months here at Hope Street. See, I front-loaded the first year with the calendar entries that seemed to offer the easiest blog posts, as well as those that seemed to be the grabbiest for a non-family audience.
As time goes on, the calendar entries I have to work with tend to be more open-ended — which means the posts tend to be more about me, and more impressionistic, and more creative, as opposed to being recaps of some specific moment in family history.
Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn’t. (But look on the bright side: At least I haven’t written any more of my awful poetry lately.)
I’ve still got a bunch of calendar entries saved up. Some of ’em will be more interesting than others, of course. But if you like it here, be assured we’ll keep doing this for a while yet.
I appreciate all those who follow the blog and read every week, or even some weeks. I’m not sure why you do it sometimes, but it’s nice of you.
The usual grovel is still in effect: If you like what you read, please consider sharing a link on Twitter, Facebook or any other social media in which you participate. Hope Street remains a strictly noncommercial thoroughfare; I’m only in it for the eyeballs.
Perhaps you will enjoy revisiting (or, if you’re new here, reading for the first time) what I consider my greatest hits from the past 12 months:
- Honoring the family black sheep.
- The shortest post I’ve ever written, and maybe the best.
- A look inside my grandfather’s heart.
- Something like 800 words on cesspools. Really.
- Now is the time on Hope Street when we dance!
- My grandpa pulls splinter duty.
- A tale of two New Yorks.
- An automotive love story.
I’ll be back with more next Monday (unless I get guilty about taking a week off and decide to post something else in midweek.)