Four years ago this very day, barbara hung her first post on the Clothesline. Four years. Pretty amazing. Would probably be more amazing if I’d written regularly over the intervening years. Some people do, you know. Have you noticed that ours is a relentlessly random site?
My first post was an awkward piece, but prescient in its way. It described the courtship of John McCain and Tim “Lord of the Veto” Pawlenty. And we all know how that turned out.
Four years ago, we had a chance to unseat Minnesota’s execrable Unallotment Governor, but our hack-backed, hot-headed DFL candidate shot himself (and therefore all of us) in the foot/feet.
Four years ago, Molly Ivins was alive. And, for what it’s worth, so was Anna Nicole Smith.
Four years ago, the Oscar for best movie went to “Crash.” How obscure is that?
Four years ago, the Twins claimed the American League Central in a breathless finish, edging out Detroit.
Four years ago, the Vikings did not win the Super Bowl. Read on.
Four years ago, the American economy appeared to be robust and money was flowing like Chivas Regal.
Four years ago, George W. Bush was carving his legacy in silly putty and oil.
Four years ago, a relatively obscure, young black senator from Illinois was positioning himself for a long-shot run for the White House.
Four years ago, David was healthy and we were planning our trip to the southwest. It was safe to visit Arizona back then, and so we went.
Four years ago, we were planning our dream vacation to Scotland and Ireland. And it was magnificent.
Four years ago, I was still drinking white zin and wondering how that would play in Irish pubs.
Four years ago, classical music buffs celebrated the 250th birthday of Mozart. Lots of candles.
Four years ago, the U.S. was still mired in our quicky war in Iraq, while largely ignoring Afghanistan. Kinda like Groundhog Day (the movie).
Four years ago, teabags were associated with civil discourse and crumpets.
Four years ago, barbara wrote Clothesline posts several times a week. She was considerably younger then. Snarky but not yet terminally cynical. Worried but hopeful, with occasional bubblets of optimism.
And a whole bunch of other stuff.
And you? Where were you four years ago? What was going on in your life, your community, your country as you view it from here?
It’s been quite the ride, hasn’t it?
I’m committed to schlogging along here at the Clotheslineblog. Maybe even picking up the pace a bit. Or not. That’s the thing about us. You just never know. Kinda like life.
Finally, blessings on those of you who’ve hung in here. Awfully nice of you. Thanks.