Wheeeeeeere's Luke has had its ups and downs, but never has it seen a period as difficult as the last two months. And like the Irish monks in the 5th century - preserving the great works during the Dark Ages for posterity and the age of enlightenment that was to come (what?) - Chuck Jerry has kept us afloat during this time of atrophy and indifference.
Indeed, since Halloween, Wheeeeeere's Luke has been aptly named, with no posts by our namesake. We've had the same number from Open Bar, a mere two by yours truly . . . . but a whopping nine by Chuck. He has run the gamut - from the Neverending Story, to the trouble with the Giants (who spanked the Cowboys this weekend . . . eeeeee), to something about being married to Balki Bartokomous.
The blog is at a crossroads. It is 2+ years old and, presumably as with a child, it is starting to feel more like an obligation and less like a true joy. It was something we created - together - something that expresses all of us as one. We couldn't take our eyes off of it for the first six months. Now, it's not nearly as cute as it used to be, people have stopped asking about it, and only one of us is doing any of the work necessary to take care of it while the others are out getting loaded all the time.
On the other hand, the blog has a surprising number of readers, and brings joy to tens of
thousands people of every day once in a while. How can my friends in Boston get through their day without our observations about why the Knicks suck? Don't LJT's family members need to be assured that he still demonstrates horrendous judgment? Doesn't everyone want to know how fuckin' awesome America is?
Hence the crossroads. I will try to think of interesting things to say and post once a week. Open Bar and LJT - the gauntlet has been thrown. Chuck has carried us through the Dark Ages. Let the age of enlightenment begin.