I can almost here you
saying: “All right, so it is a metaphor, but why did you choose a
back porch?” It started back in high school. A friend of mine,
Carl, would often coin pithy phrases to explain unexpected and often
unpleasant events. After expressing such a phrase he would always
add, “Carl’s law.” It was as though he was citing some
authority for the explanation. Being rather competitive, I started
citing my explanations as coming from “Mac’s Back Porch
Philosophy.”
Later, when in college,
I unwittingly used this mythical authority to poke some fun at
academia. I say unwittingly because I was rather sloshed at the
time. I discovered that drinking coffee all night while writing term
papers jangled the nerves and led to mistakes, whereas a little
alcohol at least gave the illusion of settling the nerves and made
the task seem less onerous. On the night in question I had
definitely overdone it, and I became downright whimsical. I decided
to see if my professor would notice if I quoted myself. Of course,
every quotation has to be footnoted and the reference must be cited
in the bibliography. I got around this by citing the quotation as
coming from “Mac’s Back Porch Philosophy, the unfinished volume
of the unpublished works of Steve McKeand."
My Professor obviously
noticed because when the graded papers were returned he said: “That
was a pretty good paper, Mr. McKeand, but what was that business
about Mac’s Back Porch Philosophy?”
“Well,” I replied.
“I’ve always wanted to be considered an expert on something, and
since no one else was going to quote me I did it myself.”
As the number of
unpublished stories and other writings grew I began to think of the
increasingly large stack of paper as mind clutter. Some of it is
entertaining, but I cannot put a financial value on it at this time.
So here it sits, on my back porch. You are cordially invited to sort
through it and read it. I hope you enjoy it.
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