Here’s today’s contact report:
First, I had breakfast with our own Doug Ross, frequent commenter on this blog. How this meeting developed is complicated. It went sort of like this — Doug filed a comment that I did NOT publish, but meant to turn it and my reply into a separate post, until Doug complained (as a guy who has the common decency and courage to use his real name — note him holding up his picture ID — and who therefore has certain rights on this blog) that his comment hadn’t been posted, and I e-mailed him with my phone number so I could explain, and he suggested coffee instead, and next thing your know, it evolved into him meeting me at my habitual morning spot, the Capital City Club. Anyway, I learned that Doug lives out in Blythewood, he works in software, and he’s a Red Sox fan. Everything else you need to know about Doug you can find out from reading his comments on the blog. Oh, one other thing — we chatted briefly about his long-ago suggestion that we have a get-together of regular commenters sometime. Maybe that would be a good way to mark my millionth page view, which I estimate we’ll hit probably sometime in the next year. What do y’all think?
Oh, one last thing — Doug said I recently ran video of someone who Doug’s family said looked a lot like him, only younger. I’m guessing that was B.J. Boling of John McCain’s S.C. staff — don’t you think?
I don’t know who that guy is in the picture. I am more frequently confused with Brad Pitt.
Thanks again, Brad, for breakfast and for the civil discourse. I appreciate you not calling me a loony Libertarian. Although the location of the restaurant had me very tempted to stand up and yell, “Made it, Ma! Top of the world!”.
Doug you sell out!
Congratulations, Doug. You have achieved an audience with the blog boss, not a small feat for a libertarian.
To test a theory:
I recently suggested that the blog party to celebrate your millionth post would be best at your house. I have this vision of all of our differences dissolving into joyous chants of “Toga, Toga!” and libertarians gatoring with liberals to “Shout.” But I’d settle for dinner catered by The State at the Capital City Club. If not togas, how about a costume party. We could all come as xxxxxxx….