NewMexiKen’s allergies are so bad, it’s as if I were crying full time. As a result, when I see something mildly interesting on the internets I think, “Wow, that’s so funny it made me cry,” or “Wow, that’s so touching it made me cry,” or even “Wow, that’s so aggravating it made me cry.”
I fear I’ve been posting a lot of stuff here that probably isn’t that good — unless, maybe your allergies are making you cry too.
This one didn’t make my eyes water (though it’s still interesting):
During my 23 years with The Times’ sports department, I have held a wide variety of roles and titles. Tennis writer. Angels beat reporter. Olympics writer. Essayist. Sports media critic. NFL columnist. Recent keeper of the Morning Briefing flame.
Today I leave for a few weeks’ vacation, and when I return, I will come back in yet another incarnation.
As Christine.
But this did.
I learned this afternoon that a high school classmate that I’d had a huge crush on died recently. I never asked her out and rarely even spoke to her during four years, but I thought of her just yesterday.
Damn allergies.
You too, huh ? I’ve carried a torch for a girl I dated once in High School (which is longer ago than I care to remember ) and I haven’t seen her in 40 years, but I’d have an “allergic reaction” at her demise.
I’m glad you didn’t stop at 10,000 entries, BTW.