I hope no one reads this post as “kiss and tell” but I had the pleasure last night of gathering in the flesh with a small group of sixth boro bloggers. We all exist in multiple communities based on kin, work, geography, futures, and the list could go on; advances in telecommuniputing allow such new forms of gathering as “social networking,” which ushers in new dynamics of face-to-face gathering. Few of us had met before last night, but we coalesced around our various modes of interacting with the river named for Henry.
Ear Inn seemed an apt location, as the west end of its foundation once marked the bank of our river, now at least 500 feet away. Yes, our river.
A moveable bridge Brian and Karen and a washed-out-not-washed-up tugster.
Although I know this analogy crumbles a bit, the gathering reminded me of a band, an orchestra like Hungry March Band: a diverse lot all modulating the same air (and water) and creating something with beauty and meaning (at least to some of us) and interacting with each other in ways that provide communication and deeper understanding among us.
Our waterblogggergathering I hope serves as a prototype; soon we should gather again in a larger space. I propose a picnic on a piece of the riverbank that would allow for us to commune both on the dry and in the wet, of course, of the six boro.
Waterbloggers unite . . . we have much to gain.