The Sunday Memory Drawer - Back on March 15, 2007...

 ...I began this daily dose of nonsense called "Len Speaks."

I look at the history books and noticed that former baseball commissioner Bowie Kuhn died on March 15, 2007 so, technically, the life of this blog completely duplicates a post-Bowie Kuhn world.  It doesn't look like much else happened on that date so I guess the biggest deal about that date remains the birth of this blog.

I've done these anniversary pieces before and, unlike when Johnny Carson used to celebrate the birthday of the Tonight Show every year, I can't resort to showing you video clips of Ed Ames throwing a tomahawk.  Well, thanks to You Tube, I suppose I can.

  
But, other than that, how else can I commemorate what I do here every day?

In past years, I've brought back the very first post I ever wrote.  Actually, I've done that just last Friday.  

I've pretended to be interviewed by James Lipton on "Inside the Blogger's Studio."  If you're dying to know my favorite curse word, e-mail me privately.

One year, I explained why I never change the photo that adorns this blog.  If you don't recall, it's because the snapshot was taken by a good friend who has since passed on.  As a matter of fact, she posted the second comment ever seen on Len Speaks.

Several anniversaries ago, I pulled back the curtain and told you how I work this process to ensure that there is a fresh piece of flotsam here every single day, just as you get to see a new adventure of Blondie or Zits on the funny pages of your newspaper every day.  Well, there has been no change in how I populate these virtual pages.  As a matter of fact, I work very far in advance.  The Wednesday "Date in History" is written through the end of April.  The video features are also lined up through that month.  The only thing that I can't plan that far ahead is what I have for dinner.  If I had a bigger freezer, I probably could schedule that as well.

So, I'm stuck.  I can't think of a new way to celebrate my blog.

Oh, wait.  There is.

I will just keep on writing.  Tomorrow.  And the next day.  And the week after that.  Because I have discovered that, beyond the hoped-for entertainment of my readers, this blog has enabled me to work through the good times and the bad times.  The ups and downs.  The elevators of life.  So, selfishly, I am doing this for myself more than I am doing it for anybody else.

I can't fathom my life without it.

Year Nineteen starts tomorrow.  Be there.  I mean, be here.

Dinner last night:  Hot and sour soup.