The Godfather Makes My Day

It’s great to be back home, despite this morning’s 30 degree chill. I love walking into the cafe and saying hello to all of our customers and my friends who frequent the joint. I’d also like to say hello to someone I’ve never met, but who makes my day every once in a while. His name is Godfather.

I know him because he pops up in my web stats every few months, offering kudos from his perch in Turners Falls. I’ve never met nor spoken to him, but he reads this blog and sometimes points out posts that he likes to his own audience of readers, on a site called Powertowne Distro. I’ve tried to find out more about this mysterious man who gives me such pleasure when he remarks on my travels, or about a post, but all I know is that’s he’s called Godfather. I love this guy!

That’s one of the best things about being a regular blogger. People pop up out of nowwhere and comment. Last week I got a note from someone who thanked me for writing a post about the price of things in Sweden. Old acquaintances have reconnected with me, discovering the blog by a Google search.

People in Australia read the blog before I met them, and got to know me. One man I met told me that when he read about the cafe and the website, it made him feel that we were more than just a website, we were a community. I like that–and I hope that the Godfather comes to have coffee with us so I can welcome him into the fold.