I can almost hear Roy Rogers singing “Happy Trails to You.” Unfortunately none of us are happy. If you haven’t heard the news, Sprocket Ink, this totally fab website, is shutting down at the end of the week. It’s not for lack of readers or lack of great writing. Rather it has become to our editor Nichole something that it wasn’t meant to be. Too much. And it is.
We are an eclectic group of writers to say the least. Me, I’m the the one with the most years in the rear view mirror. They say with age comes wisdom, I’m living proof it ain’t always so. What I do have is a mouth and an attitude, so in that respect I fit right in around here.
So let me tell you about a few of the Sprockets. I have to start with Lance because he lured me into this. He can say what he wants about his political views, music snobbery (ugh, don’t get me started on that), and his estrogen filled family life, but beneath it all is a fine and honest man, a southern gentleman actually, who really is a music snob. Go to his website and buy his books. I consider him a friend in the truest sense of the word.
There’s Angie, Kristi and Andrea. Wise women who never think they have their lives together. I think they’ve figured it out pretty well. Smart-ass and fun, I like them a lot.
Sarah and Jessie, both so smart. I love how they always see the big picture. And Jessie may be the one woman on the planet with more of a potty mouth than me. But shit, maybe not. I like them a lot too.
Bre, Becky, and Handflapper. Always making life real through their writing. I like them too.
Brahm always puts a good spin on things and is there to support. What’s not to like?
The newbies, Kellie, Shane, Natalie and Linda. Nice to have found you guys. They’ve all done good work here, so check out their sites… you’ll like ‘em too.
Though Damon technically is no longer a Sprocket, having decided to become an adult and shit, he hasn’t really left either. Somehow he wormed his way into all of our hearts, I think because he’s as warped as the rest of us. He and I will stand as the only two Sprockets to ever meet while actually Sprockets. I’m very happy for that because yeah, I like him a whole lot.
And Vinny. What can I say about Vinny? Probably nothing I should say publicly, but what the hell. Quirky, sweet and loyal. And crazy obsessed with all things Japanese, but none of us held that against him. At least most of us didn’t. I think I read one of his posts the first time I ever saw Sprocket Ink and you know what? I really liked him. Still do.
Next week would have been my one year anniversary with Sprocket Ink. My first post was about the Presidential election. My next one was about Elizabeth Taylor’s breasts. And that right there was what it was like writing here.
I’ve loved my time here, as I think all of my fellow Sprockets did. But more than the writing, there was the bond that we are all freaking out about losing… so we won’t. Once a Sprocket, always a Sprocket.
Thanks Nichole for all the work and love you put into this fine publication. Thanks for being the mediator, and sometimes voice of reason in our behind the scenes wild and crazy discussions. SI is something all of us has been proud to call home.
I liked it. No, I loved it.