Nearly 35 years after technology forced me to abandon my beloved Underwood and the joys of noisily pounding keys and changing typewriter ribbons, I have decided to try this blog thing-a-ma-jig. Yes, just as 140-character Twitter pontifications (guilty, my lord) slowly take over the word game, I’m going back in time to those distant days of 2011 or so, when anyone worth his sodium was supposed to have a blog to be relevant.
If I can figure out how to do it, I hope to make Mickleblog a kind of roving forum for that grand old section of long-gone five and dime department stores, sundries and notions. The world needs more sundries and notions, methinks.
So hang on to your hat, if there’s even one of you out there.
The Mickleblog promises a veritable pot-pourri (my, how sophisticated we are, already…) of observations on my so-called life, the daily news comedy, tidbits from the legendary Mickle archives, political soap-boxing, and, of course, this and that.
Oh, and by the way, in case you don’t know me, I am the only journalist in history, I believe, to have worked at all of the following: Penticton Herald, Prince George Citizen, Vernon News, Edmonton Journal, Vancouer Sun, Vancouver Province, CBC-TV, and my final place of hackdom residence, the highly-esteemed Globe and Mail.
As Fats Waller used to say: “I love you all, you know. I love you all.”