I won’t be writing another post here until Thursday. Sometime tomorrow, I’m going to look over at the blogroll which is there to the right and do a little blog maintenance.
You know which one gets clicked on the most over there? The Huffington Post. Gawker gets clicked on a lot too and so does Maureen Dowd’s column. WordPress keeps me posted as to what is getting read. I don’t always pay attention.
Kate Christensen gets read a lot, but she hasn’t updated or done a new post on her blog since February. I’m going to leave it around for a bit as I always like it and her writing. Maybe she’ll come back at some point.
P.J. O’Rourke appears to be gone for good. I wonder why? Maybe time will tell but maybe time won’t in this case. There’s something just not right about abandonment even when it comes to blogging. I promise you this: Should I ever decide to stop doing this blog, I’ll tell you about it. I won’t keep you guessing. Well, keep in mind that if I die before I get a chance to tell you, that will be a difference story. I just did a Google search and P.J. O’Rourke is not dead. He just quit.
Larry Gross Online is on a few blogrolls but I’ve been doing this thing for so long now, I’ve forgotten which ones. Maybe I’ll refresh my memory tomorrow after I delete P.J. O’Rourke.
(Image from cherada.net)
In “The Baby Boom,” P.J. O’Rourke’s latest book, on page 19, Mr. O’Rourke writes the following:
And some of the Greatest Generation’s cars are an amazement. For example, the 1959 Chevrolet Biscayne. Here was Chevy’s least expensive model, a get-to-worker, mommy-shopper, kiddie-hauler budget conveyance. And—hydra headlamps, dagger-slit hood scoops, gridiron grill big enough for a cannibal roast with seven chrome nipples down the fifty-yard line, tail lights like the giant fangs of a basilisk and two great hatchet-edged swoops of steel across the trunk lid—it makes the Batmobile look like a Scion xB.
For the record, I’m in total agreement with Mr. O’Rourke. In the photo up above, that’s me standing beside my 1959 Chevy Biscayne, not Mr. O’Rourke. Think 1970 or 1971—that’s when I first owned the car. It was a bit of a rust bucket by the time I got it, but I loved that car and wish the hell I still had it.
I shall return here on Wednesday.
(I think my mother took the picture, but who really knows)
So many of the writers that I read and admire live in the New England States or lived there until they died. Stephen King, Richard Ford, Kate Christensen, Ann Beattie—just to name a few—are still alive. John Updike and J.D. Salinger are not. You get the idea.
There’s some beautiful country up there and some beautiful homes, but I don’t think there is a more beautiful home than P.J. O’Rourke’s 18th Century house in New Hampshire. Here. Just go to this link to get a little tour of the house conducted by Mr. O’Rourke himself.
OK. You’re back.
I want P.J. O’Rourke’s house. Chances are I won’t be getting it. Richard Ford has a beautiful home in East Boothbay, Maine. Maybe I can get that one.
Maybe I can just stay here in Covington.
Regardless of where I am, I’ll be back here on Wednesday.
(Image from WordPress)