Trust me, I’ve been kicking this around a lot. Where does TBT go from here? Where does Tom? And not just since my last entry – a birthday wish for Joe and a letters page from my legions of fans. And not just since the one before that, an homage to Howe and Strauss’ incredible series of books on the theory of generations, in which I talked about Mr Biden as the “Gray Champion.”
He might be. Some good things have come this year. He might be an old fool, too.
But even before that, when I went on an epic 4-week tear talking about vaccines (I’m for ‘em), marriage (worked out for me), distractions (I have 100 of them 100% of the time), and promises (I make a lot of ’em) I was thinking, “where do I go from here?” Honestly, though, you have to scroll back to the Summer of ’20 – more than 15 months – to find a time when Tom was a regular contributor to his own blog.
Well, the world, obviously. Since that time the entire globe has been embroiled in battle against a fierce menace (er, I mean hoax) that attacks inside the body and through the air. Covid-19. The Corona. A plague the likes of which the world has not seen in 100 years. 5 million deaths worldwide. 800,000 American deaths. 1500 new cases in the United States yesterday and the day before. More than 1000 people dying a day. Again. Serious shit.
And now there’s a new variant, maybe one with the coolest name yet: Omicron.
*Incidentally, “Omicron” is the Greek letter equivalent to our “short” O, as in “on” or “off.” The Greeks had two O’s in their alphabet, the other one being the long O – as in “oar” or “or” – and was their final letter, “Omega,” which sounds even cooler than “Omicron” (Aw-muh-kron). But that is a variant we really don’t want to see. I mean, think of it in Stan Lee talk-bubble terms:
But the Virus That Changed The World hasn’t really changed me so let’s not blame it for this. More likely, but almost equally as improbable, is the fact that the terribly inept and fiercely aberrant Donald Trump presidency was winding down. That kept me from writing things like “imbecilic clown prince of politics” every week. That limited my vocabulary. If Batman didn’t have the Joker would he still be the Batman? What is Tom and TBT without the Orange Goblin? Well, the answers is yes: Batman is still the Batman without the Joker (he still has Catwoman, right?), and Tom is still Tom without an idiot president because he still talks about golden retrievers. ‘Nuff said.
So, if the coronavirus and the clear improvement in the Oval Office aren’t to blame for the dearth of effort in this House of Ideas – and if I can’t blame John Madden anymore – then the road out was probably more about Tom getting tired of Tom talking about Tom. Could be it.
Nah, we know me better than that.
The truth is it comes down to tomorrow. Tomorrow. I love tomorrow, as Annie says, because it holds so much promise. Today ain’t bad and yesterday was amazing, but tomorrow has yet to be writ and it holds all the potential of consistently being the best day ever. Ever. And there is no way you can ever prove that it won’t be, to me, because it ain’t come yet.
(Yes, I used “ain’t” twice in one paragraph. But earlier I explained the long and short “o” thing so now we’re even, Englishians.)
But tomorrow has one big drawback I can prove, and have: it’s the best day to do stuff. If, by chance, I want to and need to write in my blog I can, and will, tomorrow. Over and over again I can do it tomorrow. Like cutting down that damn tree that’s destroying my fence. I promise, tomorrow’s the day. And, if not, I promise to promise. That much I guarantee.
The answer to the opening question – because writing should be a continuum and the end must justify the beginning – is an altogether anticlimactic “I just don’t know.” Or, if Stan were here, it’d be more like “DON’T MISS THE NEXT INSTALLMENT! THE TRUTH MAY BE REVEALED!! EXCELSIOR!!!”
Man, I loved that guy.
In closing I’ll just say – as I have before – that I’m not dead. I’m invigorated, as a matter of fact. I don’t know what I’m going to say most of the time, I almost never have a plan when I start, but I will keep talking. I will keep writing. I honestly love to blog.
And, when I run out of words, I can always just do this:
Have an amazing day, folks! See you “tomorrow!”