Veinte

 You'll have to pardon all the confetti and streamers. We're having a celebration here. 

As mentioned here perhaps far too many times, this is an accounting of the things that cross my mind. Mostly in the mornings. I began taking up this clickable spot on Al Gore's Internet more than twenty years ago, starting with a Friday afternoon musing about my Career Path. This came as a response to a friend who suggested that writing a blog might be a good use of my need to leave some sort of mark on the world, utilizing the skills and impulses I have. It turns out he was right. 

I can say "more than twenty years" because once that weekend was over way back when, I started to crank out one of these little ditties a day. 

For twenty years. 

I've been married longer than that. I have a son who will soon turn twenty-eight years old, which is just about equal to the time I have spent teaching in this same elementary school. To be nominated to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, you have to have at least twenty-five years between that moment and your initial commercial release. 

Twenty years? I'm just a baby.

A baby with a blog that is two decades old. 

Today. And lucky you are here to see it.

I understand that to a large extent I am pausing in this moment to fill space with a tab, a marker to which I can return and will someday wonder why I didn't have something more profound to say on this occasion. This is especially true for my son, who has insisted that he will be using this blog as the story of his father's life once the old man has shuffled off his mortal coil. Sorry, son. This one is mostly just your dad patting himself on the his metaphorical back for having the persistence to stick with something for this long. 

I confess that more than once I considered making this the last one. Bidding you all a fond adieu and turning my attention to anything or everything else in the world. "That's enough," said the little voice in side my head. But I have grown accustomed to arguing with that little voice. Tomorrow there will be more things to comment on. Tomorrow there will be more thoughts and opinions. Tomorrow there will be another opportunity to come up with one terrific sentence to be surrounded by a bunch of others that aren't quite up to that high standard. 

So I continue on. Tomorrow will be a new day. A new blog. Another opportunity for us to spend some quality time together. 

At least for that one sentence, anyway.