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Dear Gentle Readers.

Although this blog, among others here is supposed to be
about copywriting I need to stray from that tonight to get
some personal things said, written down and out of my
head. It will not be my usual ramblings.

My first Grand-nephew is going off to Denver tomorrow
to a new life and college. I just spoke with him to wish
him good luck and send my love along with him in the
morning. He may not sleep enough tonight and as silly
as it sounds, I probably won't either.

He would have been my older brother's first grand child,
had my brother lived beyond his 35th birthday, that is.
And at this point my brother would have been bursting
with pride. I am, but my feelings are mixed with angst.

It is a dangerous world out there, can you dig it? Sending
a child out to be on his (or her) own is different than it
used to be. I remember my son walking to school along
some very busy avenues, but back then, you worried
about the traffic, not the other bad stuff that could happen.

It's funny that saying "Good luck", "good bye" and "love
ya kiddo" can bring on feelings of sadness, anxiety and
general malaise.

I have missed my brother since the day he left this
world and speaking with his first grand son should make
me prouder than it makes me sad. But it doesn't. I kept
smiling, did not cry and joked with the lad a bit. All was
OK when I hung up the phone. Then it hit me, the fact
that he will not be here for his sister's first day of school
this year or for his Mom's birthday. I know he will be
home sick, we discussed that and the fact that bearing
down, once again, on the books will lead him to a grand
career in a few years. He's talented, good looking and
tall. He is personable, everyone likes him. Most of us
love him. My brother would have loved him, most of all.

My brother was a commercial artist and his incredible
talent has been passed on to this very special child.

OK, enough, I am straightening up in my chair, wiping
my tears away and blowing my snout in a slightly used
paper napkin that was tucked in my sleeve. One extra
"sniffle" and I am OK.

When I was looking for domain names last year and
earlier this year, it hit me that I had the perfect name,
there, just on the tip of my tongue and it was available.

BuddyWebWorks.com - Buddy was my brother's nickname.
I called him that all my life. I did not know he had a real
name until I was in my teens. Buddy - my big bro. So it
was a natural and I could plunk down a few bucks and
have a perfect url that suited me just fine.

Then, I needed another domain name and "BINGO"
I hoped against hope that it was available too, and it was.
BuddyCopywriting.com - Nothing could be better, in my mind
anyhousen. So now I have two url's that make me smile
whenever I type them out, say them in my own puny brain,
and consider how proud he was of me, back when, and how
proud he would be today, tonight and tomorrow of his own
first grand-son.

UH, I guess it turned out to be ramblings after all,
sorry about that...

Next time, copywriting stuff, scouts honor.

Verb



P.S. (This is an EXAMPLE of storytelling coywriting. See:
http://www.copywriting.com/community/blog-b6-entry10.html
to find out why.)

(See Verb's page on the ryze network.)