A few years ago, I found myself in an Embassy Suites Hotel in Orlando. The good thing about an Embassy Suites is that they provide breakfast, every morning, for free. Not the mini-me-muffins and Raisin Bran that you get everywhere else. This is a real breakfast with eggs and bacon and sausage, cooked to order by real chefs. They always drew a crowd.
The time I'm thinking about, there were three chefs, all with vague European accents, maybe brothers, moving around like tummlers and working the crowd while producing breakfast out of smoke and fire.
They shouted: "Whatever you want! You got it! It's America! Everything free in America!"
It brought a tear to my eye.
That's what I like about Google. Everything's free. They let me write this blog and publish it myself. For nothing. They handle everything. I just have to come up with the words.
I'm nobody special. They don't even get any revenue from me. But I have the same rights as important people like Paula Abdul.
And when I write my blog, I get a good feeling, like I'm out on the street with a clarinet and I know how to play it.