Ok, let me address the blog name right away so we can get this out of the way, no I am not writing about the yellow pages, nor am I writing about Macedonia, in fact, I’m not even sure that’s a real place. I just wanted a name that no one else was using, and for some reason this was the first one that popped into my head. I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one using this name for a blog. Who I am really, is just a guy, living in New York, and yet, really haven’t gone out to explore my surroundings all that much. I’ve been in the area for a few years, and keep trying to get out and explore, and yet still find myself each night sitting around and not doing a whole lot. Just me and my thoughts, so I figured that I would put those thoughts to the page and see if maybe anyone out there was interested in reading them.
I work in the construction field, and it’s a good job. I make decent money, the work that I put in will last for ages, and I can see each and every project I’ve worked on throughout my life, for the most part. It’s a pretty interesting field that shares a lot of stories, and yet outside of that, I find that there’s not a whole lot going on. I’ve been playing pool in a league here for the last year, and find that’s a good way to spend an evening a week. I have regular friends that I see there, people I talk to on a nightly basis during those evenings, and have even gone to Broadway once to see a play, just to say that I have. I’ve been to the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire State Building, and met some interesting people in various locations, and yet I don’t seem to have that one thing that I gravitate to naturally around here.
I’m not saying that my life is bad, I get along fine, I just wish I had a hobby that took more than a night a week, maybe that’s what this blog will be about. I guess I should put introductions out there firstly. So I was born in a small town in Alabama, I still have a bit of an accent that the guys at work pick at me for. And I learned the construction field there working for my Uncle. After a couple years on his crew though, the company went under as there wasn’t a lot of work in a small back woods town. So I wound up moving to Indiana. I worked there for a few years, and through chance met a guy who worked in New York and Jersey. It seemed like a big change at the time, but maybe it was one I needed. So we talked a bit, and next thing you know I was on a bus north.