HELLO CYBERSPACE – WELCOME TO GARNETAVENUE.ORG – HAPPY PRESIDENTS DAY 2012

My name is Peter Mack. I live on Felspar Street in San Diego, California, on the 900 block. Today is February 20, 2012 and that means that this blog was officially launched on Presidents Day. Hallelujah to that!!

Talk about a double entendre. As the saying goes, “timing is everything.” And for that I, Peter Mack, am a lucky man. Lucky because the message I’m going to convey in several of my blog posts are messages that pertain to truth. Truth on the 900 block of Felspar Street.

That’s why the launching of this blog on Presidents Day represents a keen double entendre. Or in other words: An effort and message that has not one but two very important meanings. I’ll note that the message I’ll be conveying will, without a doubt, apply to my fellow neighbors who live in apartment buildings in areas like City Heights, Mission Valley, Ocean Beach, Hillcrest, Allied Gardens, North Park, Logan Heights, and the rest of the communities that make up the great city of San Diego. And it just might apply to people who live in apartment buildings in places like Omaha, Nashville, St. Louis, Rio De Janeiro, and Montreal, too.

These are just some of the reasons why I exclaim “Hallelujah!!”

And yes, the picture in my header was taken on Garnet Avenue. Garnet Avenue is located in San Diego, California. Who are those people seen in the picture? I don’t know who they are, I haven’t the slightest clue, but I feel darn lucky to have been able to capture them with my Nikon D-50. If that’s you in the picture, I’ll tell you what I try to tell every stranger I roll up on with a camera in my hand during an occasional street photography session: THANKS FOR COMING OUT AND BEING A PART OF LIFE AS OPPOSED TO STAYING HOME AND ACTING LIKE A FROZEN VEGETABLE. I’ll note that I will change the picture in my header every so often.

I also want to thank good people like Tim Berners-Lee for allowing RN’s a chance to have a voice. RN? I don’t mean your garden variety registered nurse. In this case I mean “a regular nobody.”

A regular nobody is someone who might blend into a crowd in Times Square, Horton Plaza  or your local supermarket. A regular nobody might be a homeless person, an auto mechanic, a librarian, or a deli worker who yearns to have a voice, with a strong desire to be heard about a subject they, in some cases, hold close to their heart.