(A reprint of my annual anniversary item, with small adjustments).
As of Oct. 16, it's been ten years. Ten years! An anniversary divisible by 5, which makes it special and magical and worth extra notice! When I started this column, "W" was still the second-rate governor of Texas, and Sara Palin was busy running Wasila. And John McCain was angry. John McCain is still angry. I was still working for CMP, and had a weekly podcast, back before pods. My heart beat by itself and I weighed 270 pounds. In short, things were different. I believe I am one of the longest continuous bloggers on the Internet.
In any case, it has been ten years since fury at the Clinton impeachment drove me to write this weekly blog--an impeachment, we now discover, that even Republicans didn't want. It was forced on the nation by Dick "The Hammer" Armey--with whom karma caught up. There is, sometimes, justice in the universe. Perhaps the Republicans will finish reaping that Karma in the 2008 election; we shall see.
[As a U.S. history teacher, I am forced to note that Andrew Johnson's impeachment was a rabid partisan witch hunt, as was Clinton's. Only Nixon's was bipartisan--and only Nixon resigned.]
In 1998, I either had to start a column or check into a mental institution. PSACOT gave me a forum in which to express, to an audience (no matter how small) my feelings about that political circus. It has since evolved into a combination of diary for my family and me and bulletin board for my clever friends--in short, a personal column. Like, but not as good as, former San Francisco Chronicle columnist Adair Lara or ongoing columnist Jon Carroll. Or, to take a national example, former New York Times columnist Anna Quindlen, considered the mother of the personal column concept (even though Stanton Delaplane and Charles McCabe of the San Francisco Chronicle actually beat her to it--but of course, if it hasn't happened in New York, it hasn't happened).
PSACOT is also a revival of sorts. Among my readers, Daniel Dern and Peter Peckarsky would remember the original P.S. A Column On Things, which ran in ERGO, MIT's objectivist newspaper from September 1970 to March 1971, and The Tech, MIT's semi-official student newspaper, from March 1971 to May 1971. Those were among my happiest days as a journalist. If I had truly understood the fulfillment a personal column gave me, perhaps I would have fought harder to keep it when Bob Fourer killed it, or I would have revived it when I became editor-in-chief two years later, or tried to practice the craft as an adult(and become the father of the personal column).
Ironically, this column, born in a political circus, celebrates its tenth anniversary during another political circus. I am as passionate about this one as I was the impeachment, perhaps more so. The 2008 election is the most important election of my lifetime, and yet I have had to drop politics from the column for a month to keep from busting a blood vessel. There's still time for the Democrats to blow this election. I am passionate, but it is a controlled passion.
Still, I expect you'll read as much or more about Marlow and Rae and their doings, and my classroom, as you will about politics in this forum again this year. It is increasingly apparent I am mellowing with age.