So it begins again.....

I have this on and off blog about life in the city. I was thinking the other day....what about my life here in the Little Apple. Someone I know said be careful what you write, so, of course I can't turn down a challenge. I feel an opinion is just that and open polemics are healthy even in Steppford.

I really find the incestuousness of the Little Apple very revealing. It's like everyone knows but they don't until you drop a hint. Then everything spills out.

I didn't start this blog to be indiscreet. My motto at work is "We're discreet, we only talk among ourselves". :-)


Ok, so, I'm guilty! I have some of that acronym I made up after working here in the Little Apple, I call it QEA, Queen Entitlement of Asbury syndrome. In the city, where I have been most of my life we have what we call the bridge and tunnels...people from Jersey, Long Island, wherever. Here in the Little Apple we have the reverse. People from the city who...just know better. Me,I always said I want to die when I know everything. I guess that's how I keep young because I don't know that much. hehehe

Ahhh..this "Little Apple" called Asbury Park. The nickname came to me the other day when I was thinking about this idiosyncratic hamlet of diversity at the shore. I grew up down here and moved to the other apple, the Big One, to be all I can be, joining the army of aspirants that flock to the city of dreams. Came back more full time last year to work on a project and have been enjoying the sunny, cloudy, snowy...brrr days of the beachside.

Now being a QEA isn't only attributed to gays but to all who forget to give in to what is here in our Little Apple. I'm learning. Damn, I hope that doesn't mean what It could mean...uuugh...aging.

Until next time,
Big D