20 years a blogger

over 7,300 days

20 years a blogger. Am I out of my mind? Quite possibly. For two decades, every day, I have posted something on this blog or its predecessor, which is now included in this blog.

For a while, it made sense to me to try to get my thoughts down. But now, it’s become a bit of a sport. Can I keep doing this, and should I?

It was 20 years ago today.

The first Monday in May

I decided to start a blog

Stumbled into going whole hog

I’ve told how I started blogging before, but it’s anniversary time, so I can share it again. Back in September 2004, I ran into my friend Rocco Nigro. He says to me, “Are you following Fred’s blog?” Fred is Fred Hembeck of comic book fame but not that much fortune.

I said I didn’t know Fred had a blog, and I had never read anybody else’s blog, so the answer was No. I started reading it from the beginning on New Year’s Eve 2002 to the then-current day. As he went on, Fred used to write very long posts daily. I liked it.

I commented to Fred about things in his blog and started contributing ideas after a while. Specifically, I remember that I told him that Herb Alpert of the Tijuana Brass fame and A&M Records was going to have a 70th birthday at the end of March of 2005, so he wrote about that.

Steve Gerber

I was taken by the initial blog post by Steve Gerber, a Marvel comic book writer who scripted The Defenders and Man-Thing. As I noted early on, he posted on April 4, 2005: “I make my living as a writer. There is only one characteristic that distinguishes writers from non-writers: writers write.

“(That’s why there’s no such thing as an ‘aspiring writer.’ A writer can aspire to sell or publish, but only non-writers aspire to write.) Anyway, writing for a living requires writing every day. Writing every day requires discipline. Discipline requires enforcement.

“I’ve lost the habit of writing every day. I need discipline. I need enforcement. You’re looking at it.

“I intend to post something on this blog every day. If I fail to do so, that failure will be very public, and I’ll be embarrassed by it. I don’t enjoy being embarrassed. So maybe, just maybe, making this obligation will help transform me into a habitual writer again.”

Looking back at this, the peculiar thing is that I didn’t necessarily fancy myself a “writer,” but I did need to write to make sense of the world. So I started writing a blog post, and then I wrote another one.

Logistics

At the beginning of May 2005, there was a bit of pain in the neck. Unless I misunderstood the technology, I couldn’t save a blog post for the first three years to publish the next day when I was on Blogger/Blogspot. Specifically, I was at a work conference in Lake Placid, NY, and I did not have Internet access at the hotel. So I would run down to the public library, write a blog post at lunchtime, post it, and then run back to the conference. This was when I could run. What a chore.

Why?

As I noted, there were two reasons I started writing a blog. I was on this TV show called JEOPARDY; the episodes were recorded in September 1998 and broadcast on November 9th and 10th. I realized that if I didn’t write this down soon, I would totally forget the experience. I documented what I could recall about 6 1/2 years after the fact.

Again, as I noted, the other thing was that my daughter was born in 2004. We had one of those books that cues you to note when her first tooth comes in or when she takes her first step or the like. I had every intention of doing so, but I failed miserably, so I decided to write about my daughter on the 26th of every month, and for 20 years, I have kept that.

I really liked some of the blog posts I wrote for ABC Wednesday, which was initially started by a woman named Denise Nesbitt. One would write based on an alphabetical cue. I did that for about 7 years, once a week; I even ran it for a time.

One of my favorite series of posts was an alphabetical tour of all the groups with some family ties, like the Wilson brothers of The Beach Boys or the Wilson sisters of Heart. I managed to get every letter except two; one I couldn’t find was Q for quirky (ABBA). But I did find the one for X, which was for the group X with John Doe and Exene Cervenka, who used to be married.

In some cases, I find that things I’ve written have triggered people’s interest long after I’ve written them, many of which are about genealogy. So, I guess I’ll keep doing this for a while.

Can’t be everywhere all at once

Frankfort

Everything Everywhere All at OnceDespite the movie title, I can’t be everywhere all at once. That seems obvious on two April weekends. The Friday before Palm Sunday, my wife and I went down to south central Pennsylvania to attend a wedding. This took much longer than we anticipated. Leaving around 10:30 a.m., we took I-87 to I-287 and ultimately traveled west on the route that was formerly I-78 before reaching the local roads. We didn’t arrive at our hotel until 6:00 p.m.

The wedding of our niece, Markia, and her fiancé, Brandon, on Saturday was lovely, and the reception was equally nice. I will likely write more about this at some point.

The next morning, we traveled from southern Pennsylvania to the Binghamton, New York area. One of my oldest friends, Carol, along with her brother, sister, and other relatives, was having a celebration of life for Carol’s mom, Lillian Bakic, who died a few months ago. It was at a country club outside the city, which I had never been to.

A bunch of us got up and spoke briefly about Lillian, and I was feeling compelled to do so in part because Karen, who Carol and I have known since 1958, couldn’t make it because, bizarrely, there was a snowstorm in western Massachusetts. In April.

So obviously we didn’t make it to church. It was amusing that both my wife and I had people emailing or texting us, asking why they hadn’t seen us at church. We made it to church despite an ice storm and a threat of a snowstorm in February. We don’t come one weekend, and folks pointed it out.

Split screen

Two weeks later, on Friday night, there was an event at Wizard’s Wardrobe, where my wife works, to celebrate the tutors and other volunteers. I attended last year and had a good time.

However, the Underground Railroad Education Center (UREC) held an appreciation tea for those who have supported the program simultaneously. Congressman Paul Tonko was present and spoke briefly about recovering the IMLS and EPA funds that were allocated but DOGE-frozen.

At least three people asked me where my wife was, wanting to talk with her, needed to call her, mentioned they had seen her around, etc..

Later, my wife said that if I had been at the Wizard’s Wardrobe event and been on their team, maybe their team would have won the contest. There was a category about Beatles songs; the host would play 10-second snippets, and they had to pick the title. One was I’m Happy Just To Dance With You, which I realize could be a slightly tricky title. They also couldn’t name The Ballad Of John And Yoko.

There was also a question about the number of states that have a capital starting with the letter F. I didn’t know; the only one I could think of was Frankfort, KY, which turns out to be the only one. Someone else on their team had suggested Frankfort, but said it was the capital of Tennessee (which is Nashville), which didn’t sound right, so they went with the answer of ‘none’.

I have said this before: if  people are bored, they are just not trying hard enough.

Ramblin' with Roger
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