According to Allen…
“It is time for me to begin blogging more actively again… blogging more than I have been by simply using public library Internet access limited to one hour of blogging at a time.”
“There is a substantial personal risk involved in my doing the above.”
“I am going to trust in God, the Mafia, Google, Facebook, Twitter, WordPress, and some of my fellow human beings that things will work out OK.”
“I sure hope to still be alive a few months from now. Let’s see how things go.”
I feel safe right now… with no logical reason why.
However, I am quite concerned about my San Francisco help because the Facebook and Twitter buttons that have been added to my blogs by these folks have suddenly disappeared and are no longer being added to the blogs I am posting. This has not happened for an entire year. What does this mean? I have no clue. I can only wait and see what tomorrow means.
I sure hope that the fact I am no longer getting Share Buttons added to my blogs does not mean “the worst case scenario”… that the gas attacks on you folks succeeded.
I patiently await whatever the future may bring.
As one faces the train station AllenD is on the left side, hanging out at a table under some shade trees.
If no one shows by six pm, I will see if there are any seats available on a north or south train.
Being homeless in a smaller city is simply “more comfortable to me”.
I have great hope that I will get picked up or met by a WordPress person or two.
If not, no hard feelings on my part… I guess our meeting was just not meant to be.
I could not stay in Albany. It was good while it lasted, but in the end it was not a psychologically healthy place for me.
I am so happy I am out west again it’s not funny. I feel that “l belong out here”.
I will wait for hours to see what happens. I am safe in and around the train station unless feds with badges grab me…lol