As you know I have an Instagram account. I post breakfast in the morning, and dinner in the evening. Along with the food I give advice based on my 87 years of experience, The account has to be one of the friendliest on the internet. My posts are usually about a minute and a half in length. When I am posting from home, I have Willie Nelson’s Roadhouse playing in the background. Sometimes I even sing along with the song that is playing. sometimes I go to a restaurant and post the meal there. I also give a review of the meal and the restaurant. I haven’t given a bad review on any of the restaurants I have been in. The Olympic even got a good review from me after they dropped my pizza face down on the floor. They were so apologetic and quick to replace it with a fresh one. That is all you can expect.
I can’t tell you the number of kids who have adopted me as their grandfather, I also have teenagers looking for advice on school and romantic relationships. I get questions of how to make a marriage last, and what kind of job they should take. I work mostly with getting them to rationally assess the situation. Take the emotion out and solutions become clearer.
In November we had a potluck dinner here for our neighborhood in the Willows. We had it at the Town Center which has the tables and chairs and dishes that we need. I wanted to post the food before we all started eating. That was what I was doing when one of the gals came up behind me to say the people would like to start eating. Unfortunately, she had a microphone in her hand. When she called my name I nearly jumped out of my skin. In addition, I popped a profanity.
This went out with my post. Most of my 58,000 followers thought it was funny, so no harm done. The other thing was, that there were over 500,000 hits on that post. I am going to have to check my backside when posting in public.
