Why Toe Tag Diary...
I regret this blog continues to vex certain Facebook consumers.
However, for those who take offense, please understand it’s probably intended.
That said, a general explanation may be called for from your less than humble cyber scribe.
Thus…
Some years ago, as an editor and writing coach, I tried to teach my students that they must ALWAYS write for a specific audience – be it a parent, a best friend, or whatever.
Irony was, most of the J-school Left Brains I tried (and mostly failed) to coach had a terrible time grasping the dynamics involved in what Joan Didion called writing as a performance – and thus, too often and without being aware of it, a typical reporter too often wrote for their editor, or some formulaic journalism professor from long, long ago in another galaxy far, far away.
Now, as to the blog you’re reading, the Toe Tag Posts that please me the most are those written for an audience of one: my grandson Jack Williams whom I dearly and deeply love.
Naturally, because Jack is just turning 15, I do not expect him to “get” what I’m trying to say with my wide-ranging snorts, screeds and profane solos that make up my daily internet tango.
Hence, it's both my hope and conceit that Jack will one day read my stuff as a fully grown adult man – and, in doing so, come to see who and how his Grandfather was and how he (I) steadfastly refused to gentle into that good night.
Again, it is also my hope and prayer that in reading my stuff, the adult Jack Williams will come to realize most people are living lives of less than quiet ignorance and desperation – and thus should be dealt with great caution and cynicism.
Yeh. I know Anne Frank concluded her diary by professing her faith in the basic goodness of people.
Trouble is, this was before the Nazis hauled her away to a slow and meaningless death in Auschwitz.
But enough.
FYI – Here’s a recent picture of my “audience of one” in his present miraculous form:

My Toe Tag Audience of One
Toe Tag Diary

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