Cicero’s Posse

My lack of blogging expertise prevents me from editing my profile to acknowledge my fellow contributors to Cicero’s Garage: Reverend Godfrey, The Unknown Poet and dear Uncle Ray.

Unfortunately, other circumstances also prevent me from elaborating, even here, on their whereabouts. I am able, however, to provide some information with regard to their occupations and interests.

The Reverend Doctor Theodore J. Godfrey

Occupation - clergyman

Interests – soteriology, sabermetrics

The Unknown Poet

Occupation - poet

Interests - mergers and acquisitions

Uncle Ray

Occupation - retired

Interests - meat and potatoes

The Confessions of Huckleberry Finnegan Part I

Dedicated followers of Cicero’s Garage will have noticed that while I bid adieu to the blogosphere some time ago, citing coercion by my employers, I have continued to tender the occasional entry with no explanation either for my reappearance or for my long absences between posts.

Having sought the counsel of my spiritual advisor, Reverend Godfrey, I would now like to set the record straight.

I lied.

The reason for my premature retirement and subsequent periods of inactivity is nothing so sinister as the threat of death or dismemberment. While my employers would certainly prefer that I have no contact with the outside world, they remain unaware, as do most people, of the existence of Cicero’s Garage.

The real reason is far more commonplace. Like so many bloggers before me, I merely lost interest.

So why, you may ask, am I making this confession? Is it because I intend to resurrect Cicero’s Garage and commit myself to daily updates? Not at all. My intention, dear reader(s), is simply to clear the air and restore whatever level of trust you may have once had in me – an anonymous employee of an unnamed government agency.

I swear, I never meant to hurt you.

What I Know

When I was still young enough to care about how smart I was relative to other people, I remember having difficulty fathoming the Socratic maxim “the more you know the less you know.” Amazing what a few years can do. My ignorance has become my greatest if not my sole certainty. I think, though not particularly well, therefore I am, I guess.

What I wasn’t prepared for by the philosophers or anyone else was the dullness of other people. After all those years spent thinking I was smart but not nearly smart enough, I discover that I’m not really that bright but I’m still about as bright as anybody else - a disillusioning but strangely comforting thought.

Now I’m not saying I’m Einstein or anything, but I’ll bet if I was just a little bit smarter, I’d be smart enough to say that Einstein wasn’t all that.

So I would like to tread for a moment with the great and the wise and dare to amend the old saw that so puzzled my younger self. Here at last is my long awaited (by me) contribution to the canons of human understanding.

“We’re all daft.”

-T.J. Godfrey