I keep getting a message from Linked In asking me if I know Gene Williams.
The answer perplexes me.
If I say I know Gene intimately, it sounds, well, creepy.
If I say I know Gene metaphysical level, it sounds weird.
If I say I don’t know Gene and I wouldn’t connect with him on any level at any time, anywhere, it sounds, you know, a bit unfriendly.
The fact is, Linked In, I don’t know Gene. But, if I did, I would tell him that he is a wonderful man, handsome, kind, loving and a terrific writer. His new novel “My Grave Is Deep” is exciting, thrilling, astonishing, breathtaking, intriguing, moving and downright tremendous. Stupendous even.
I say these things not only because they’re true, but because I’m sure Gene isn’t the sort of person to toot his own horn. I’m sure he’s humble, courteous, modest, self-effacing, and did I mention handsome?
The next time Linked In ask me if I know Gene Williams I’m just going to be honest and say, “No, but I’d like to.”