So I have decided to start a blog.  I have found out as I have gotten older that I enjoy writing.  It runs in the family, my grandmother and my mother wrote poetry and my grandmother journaled back before jouraling became popular. My brother has a blog and also has written several books, so now I guess it is my turn.  I can’t see myself writing a book and honestly I can’t see anyone really reading this blog so mostly it is for my own entertainment.  Call it therapy, I guess. Occasionally there may be something that someone in passing may find interesting and if that is the case, please tell me. I pondered for awhile on what to name this thing, because every blog has to have a catchy name.  I was listening to Dan Le Batard on ESPN radio and he speaks of all the gasbag coaches at press conferences who always talk but nothing ever comes out of their mouth. Perfect….. Much like myself, I talk all the time but nothing ever really comes out of my mouth.  “Reflections Of A Gasbag”  was born.    Merriam Webster defines gasbag as “a  person who talks too much, typically about unimportant things”.  Nuff said.  I will write about restaurants I visit, food which I consume, music that I listen to, places I have traveled and hope to travel to and culture in general. I will gasbag on some things that are important but mostly I’ll be gasbagging about things that aren’t.  Life is short and it gets shorter with every passing day.  Let’s enjoy it, laugh about it because there is so, so,  so much material to choose from.