Happy Blogaversary to me

Today (September 28, 2025) is the 18th anniversary of the day I started this blog back in 2007.

When I started I had no idea that I would still be at my post (pun intended) all these years later. Yet here we are, I writing and you reading.

The thingamajig over there in the sidebar shows that I have 140 followers, but most of them are no longer actively participating. There are only a few of you who comment regularly nowadays, but I am not deterred by that fact. So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. Oh, wait, that was Nick at the end of The Great Gatsby.

Some of my early readers are dead and I know it—Dr. John Linna of Neenah, Wisconsin, for exampe, and good old Putz who was really David Barlow out in Utah—and some just faded away like General Douglas MacArthur after he was fired by Predident Harry Truman. And some, I'm sure, took one look and left for greener pastures immediately.

There will be no balloon drop, no blasting of celebratory horns, no high-kicking chorus line. Just a moment of quiet reflection and gratitude for good times gone by and good times yet to come, shared witn an audience I've never met.

Thank you, current crowd (among whom are Janice, Emma, Kylie, Ellen, Terra, Graham, Keith, Tasker, and until she disappeared without explanation, Rachel). We few, we happy few, we band of bloggers.

Year 19 is about to begin. Ladies and gentlemen, start your engines!