The first steps are the hardest

Well, here we go. Imagine, me, in the blog world. A few short days ago I would have thought that an impossibility. But things change and we have to adapt, don't we.
I guess this would be a good time to create a statement of intent. OK, here we go: We the People, in order to form a more perfect union........... wait.... sorry....... that's been done before.
Let's try again. I was born, raised, formed, misformed and mismanaged in Northern New Jersey. Exactly one week ago, I moved to Cary, North Carolina. It's not a different world, it's not a different country, for someone born and bred in the American Northeast, it's a different planet.
That, my friends is exactly what I want to write about. That complete change of scenery that is moving to a new region of the country. There will also be a very healthy dose of my, sometimes warped, view of the world around me........ things I love, things I hate, things that drive me stone cold nuts.
This may end up to be a little edgy. After all, a northeast cynicism developed and cultivated over a 50+ year life span doesn't fall away like dried leaves in the fall. It may just have to evolve into extinction over a long period of time. Think of it as a literary Darwinism.
Now would be a good time to define myself for the readers. First, stupid things just drive me nuts. Stupid things in any way, shape and form. Next, I see myself as a Teddy Bear type of guy.... unfortunately this Teddy bear bites a little, but only in the things that drive me nuts. Finally, I was brought up in the Christian religion with an unrelenting religious tolerance. That being said I worship at the feet of the true Gods of the Curmudgeon. For those that may not know, a curmudgeon is not just some old fart who has a crumby disposition. The world class curmudgeon is someone who sees the real truth or the oddities in life and has the temerity to fully say something about it. I have my favorites, and I may be talking about each of them in the future. My Gods are: Dorothy Parker, Groucho Marx, Alexander Wollcott and H.L. Menchen.
Any one in this country, who was laid off and can't get back to work fast enough can truly appreciate what H.L. wrote, almost 100 years ago. "There comes a time, in every mans' life when he is tempted to roll up his sleeves, hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats."
Well, I guess that's it for starters. Let's take this ride together and see where it leads us. As that great Canadian philosopher and PBS staple, Red Green has said, "I'm pulling for you, We're all in this together."