Aunty Belle posted a blog entitled - "What we'uns think but doan really know!". This really touched home for reasons I'll explain in a minute. But I had so much to say that I decided to not load up her comment section.
This was an unbelievably timely blog and I'll tell you why. I was contemplating this very question 2 days ago and 1 day before I was to go into the hospital for a heart cathertization. Heart disease runs in my family and I had failed a stress test a few weeks ago. I was figuring on going in and needing a bypass. My brother is having his mitrol valve repaired as I write.
Anyway, I was finishing up my MM for this Monday and put it in schedule mode for Sunday afternoon as I often do. I then got to thinking about my hospital trip and, not knowing much about the procedure and fearing I wouldn't come out of the hospital, thought that this blog would just stop and people would eventually forget about old Buzz and never know who I really was.
So I got the idea to do a write up on me, complete with picture, and scheduled it for next month. Fortunately for me you will not see that blog. Everything worked out great - I'm just a little bruised in the groinal area.
Anyway (again) I reread the blog that would reveal all and realized (other than the picture and my physical attributes) you all pretty much know me through my writing. So I will shelve that blog until my next near death experience. I'm still not brave enough to post an actual picture. Who knows, maybe one day I will. For now I will tell you I am a white male, very tall, slightly overweight with graying black hair and brown eyes.
And Aunty, I always picture you as a mature, white-haired southern belle wearing a checkered print dress and apron who has a lot of good, hometown stories and passionate political views. Right or wrong that's who you are to me.