Faux Pas

The other night, probably Monday, July 14th, 2014, I worried I might have stepped in it.
An old friend, who now lives near Los Angeles, had recently changed his Facebook profile-picture.
This guy is Bryan Mahoney, who worked at the Daily Messenger newspaper in nearby Canandaigua while I was there.
I used to say he was the best reporter the Messenger ever had during my tenure. All because he had the moxie to try Roseland Water-Park’s 100-foot water-slide when it opened.
Adventures like that prompt the best writing.
Mahoney married Marcy Dewey, my number-one Ne’er-Do-Well; the one who got me blogging.
There was another photograph of Mahoney with Marcy all dressed and made up for some weirdo gig.

With Marcy.

The profile-pik.

It was clearly Marcy in that other photograph, but in Mahoney’s profile-picture, while identical, it looked like Mahoney’s companion might be someone else.
Whatever, it was good to see Mahoney smirking.
While his companion might be Marcy, it looked more like a female impersonator, a cross-dresser.
For Mahoney to do this is really cool.
So I said it looked like a female impersonator, the cause of my later anguish.
A while ago I stuck my foot in it royally with snide remarks about photos they ran in Facebook, photos from a funeral.
I have to be careful. I’m more likely to say things I later regret. This is a stroke-effect. I had a stroke over 20 years ago, and an effect I was left with is poor emotional control.
Otherwise, I recovered fairly well. I can pass for un-stroked.
Mahoney saved my ass; he deleted my comments.
So I worried I might have done it again.
But I guess not.
No histrionics.

• The “Messenger” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired almost nine years ago. Best job I ever had — I worked there almost 10 years (over 11 if you count my time as a post-stroke unpaid intern. (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 14 miles away.) —I live in the small rural town of West Bloomfield, southeast of Rochester.
• “Marcy” is my number-one Ne’er-do-Well — she was the first I was e-mailing stuff to. Marcy and I worked in adjacent cubicles at the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper. A picture of her is in this blog at Conclave of Ne’er-do-Wells.