It’s one of the most familiar of pop culture tropes: some dimwitted husband in the world of movies, TV, radio, comic strips, etc. forgets a birthday or wedding anniversary or what-have-you and winds up facing the wrath of his significant other for his thoughtlessness. (I’m not being deliberately sexist when I ascribe this to the husband…it’s just that I can’t recall a wife ever forgetting.) “How could anyone forget a special occasion like that?” I’d often ask myself. The birthdays of my parents and two sisters are tattooed into my brain; I’ve even managed to remember the birthdays of my brother- and sister-in-law, their kids, and their respective wedding anniversaries. (I’m not likely to forget my parents’ anniversary soon, either.)
Yet this lapse of memory became a reality Tuesday night as the ‘rents and I were watching the election returns (hey—that’s just how we roll at Rancho Yesteryear, baby) and I suddenly remembered that I neglected to mark down another year of blogging on Sunday. Fifteen years ago on that date (November 4), I launched Thrilling Days of Yesteryear as a little project to help alleviate the boredom that comes with hotel night auditing…and no one is more surprised than I am how TDOY keeps chugging along. Granted, I don’t seem to be able to post as much as I did in the past (I can only attribute this to laziness, a crippling affliction from which I have suffered my whole life) but in an age where blogs are no longer the “hot” thing (they’ve taken a back seat to “tweets” and/or pithy comments on Facebook) it’s nice to know that I have an outlet for my scribblings in addition to the work that people pay me to do (hence the Benchley quote).
So...a belated blogiversary to my ‘umble scrap of the blogosphere, and for those of you who still make it a habit to stop by now and then to see what feverish thoughts I have on an old movie or TV show I’ve watched of late, thank you so much.