The lights are back on at 1107 Hope Street.
I went to my folks’ house this past week. In their trawling through the family archives, they discovered some new stuff related to my grandpa. Not more calendar entries, exactly, but other material that beckoned to me with similar storytelling potential.
This left me with a choice. I could revive Hope Street, write some new posts, and spoil what I thought was a pretty decently executed walk-off. Or I could stay silent and stifle the creative mojo that led to this blog in the first place.
The decision was not difficult.
I don’t know how many more posts I’ll write; and I don’t expect I’ll write every single Monday like I used to. It might be more of a here-and-there thing.
But there’s more stuff in the pipeline. Hope Street is still the best creative outlet I’ve ever come up with, and I think I can still slip into the old kitchen and bake a couple more loaves of bread.
(If you’re interested, the best course of action might be to subscribe via email — I suspect most readers still do. That way, when there’s something new here, it’ll land in your inbox, and you won’t have to come looking for it.)
What’s new to post will still go up on Monday mornings, just for consistency’s sake, and I’m aiming to have something ready for this coming Monday.
I hope (no pun intended) you’ll join me.