We use the expression, "keep one foot on the ground".  We use it a lot.  "I got one foot on the...and the other on the ..."  Nice.  Implies inner conflict.  A straddling if you will.  Well, I've invited that very simple, popular, foot-in-mouth situation on myself.

One of my regulars at the bar (I'm a bartender by occupation) asked if I was on the web.  I said yes.  She's a good woman.  She chooses to take an interest in people's lives, and remember the minutes of their stores when she's not around.  She asked me if there was an online forum I belonged to so she could get samples of my writing, of which I'm endlessly prattleing on about.  I gave her this site.

Even as I write this I feel like I'm philandering.  I feel under scrutiny and obliged to impress.  I've maintained one life (foot) in my occupational world and done well enough to afford another life (foot) firmly planted in a dream.  A dream I'm quick to talk about, but slow to share.  And now one of my beloved (because that's how I eat) regulars could very well become a reader of this trite site.  The blog is really afoot.

So, like our beloved Jimmy Durante, good night Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.