Yankee Kudzu?

Funny title for a blog, right?
Actually, it's not original.
One June night in Atlanta, around 3 a.m., after a night of clubbing (going to clubs, not using clubs), my friend Anthony convinced me to join Live Journal.
Remember Live Journal?
I needed two things:  an invite and a blog name.
Anthony, already on Live Journal, offered me the invite.
By 4 a.m. I had come up with a name.
Yankeekudzu.
Yankee, because I am one. Born and raised along the shores of Lake Ontario.
Kudzu, because it spreads everywhere with no particular direction.
Thus this blog is called Yankee Kudzu.

Here we go again . . .

Isn't blogging supposed to be dead?  Or dying?  What do I know?
Didn't I try this back in, oh, around 2003?  Yes, I did. So did most everyone I know.
We wrote. Few read what we wrote.
But then many still had dialup. And almost no one had a smartphone.
But now I've got Facebook friends.
And I've got people in my Google circles.
And we don't have dialup. And most of us have smartphones.
And we do read what each other writes.
Sometimes.
So here we go again . . .