It’s weird, the things that stick in memory.
In my mind, February 2002 was cold and snowy. Who knows if that’s true – but that’s how it’s stuck in my mind.
I was working at a company in Minnetonka whose death spiral, which incompetent management had started long before the post 9/11 “Dot Bomb” reared its head.
9/11 had happened five months earlier. And my own personal collapsing tower, a divorce, had happened not long before that. I was living with my two kids – at the time, 8 and 10 years old – and getting used to a whole new way of living.
And as both worlds – the wider one and my personal one – spun out of control, I found myself missing the voice I’d lost fifteen years earlier, when I’d gotten whacked from my first, and to that point last, talk radio gig at KSTP. I didn’t need, or ask for, much – but having some way of getting what I was thinking out to someone other than my kids, dog and cats was something I was craving.
And which seemed so, so far away.
I”d come back from lunch, to an office across the lake from Ridgedale Mall, and was already bored out of my mind.
I went to Time.com – and it occurs to me, it may have been among the last times I ever did that – and read an article about “The New Generation of Conservative Intellectuals Online”. One of the featured thinkers was none other than Andrew Ferguson – and his “blog”, the Dish.
And, most importantly, a sidebar on how to create a “blog”.
I ran home that night, fed the kids, put them to bed, and went out to “Blogger.com” and started setting thngs up…
…and got to my first roadblock; picking a name.
Not sure where “Shot in the Dark” came from: I think it was mostly a play on words, encompassing the DIY/no idea what I”m doing vibe that I felt, as well as my nascent Secone Amendment activism
Either way, that next morning I got up at 5:30AM – the only “me” time I really had at that point – and started writiing.
And nearly every weekday morning for the past 18 years, it’s been the same routine. My kids are grown up and moved out, and one of them has a kid of his own. My little writing hobby that drew maybe half a dozen readers a day morphed into what I have today – four-figure daily readership – and so much more, a social circle and a radio show and a bunch of friends I can’t imagine my life without, and a whole world the doors to which I thought had slammed shut in the eighties.
Anyway – today Shot in the Dark turns 18. It can vote and join the military.
And I’d like to thank you all for being here, and being the reason I do it, all these years; some of you, literally since just about Day 1.
Thanks. And here’s to 18 more.