(graphic courtesy of my wonderful wife who is a nicer person than I am in every way.)
Been rolling this stone eight years now. Longer than I went to high school. Longer that I attended college, even when you add up all the odd, hippity hoppity places where I have picked up a semester or two. Longer than I have ever held a job without the company going bust or consultants looting the joint or falling out of favor with a new prince or some other major dislocation event.
I owe everything to my readers, listeners and commentors, from the ones who think I am a America-hating Commie menace to decent people, to the ones who think I have sullied the good name of Steve Gilliard (Oh the emails I get) by selling out to He Who Is Worse Than Cheney, to the ones who want me to STFU about David Brooks already because We Get It, to the ones who write me a little terrorist fist-bump when I have said something they felt needed saying and it has made them feel better knowing that they are not alone.
What have I learned?
The usual stuff.
Never get involved in a land war in Asia.
Never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
And never start a fundraiser on April Fools' Day.
So tomorrow then.