There was a lot (most) we didn’t agree on, but he was basically a decent sort (except when he got caught up in 9/11 hysteria and called anti-war bloggers “the fifth column”) and he did his best for his readers, I think.
And I know exactly what he means. Blogging takes a lot out of you, both physically and mentally — at least, blogging on a daily basis for more than ten years does. So I wish him the best.
How do I say goodbye? How do I walk away from the best daily, hourly, readership a writer could ever have? It’s tough. In fact, it’s brutal. But I know you will understand. Because after all these years, I feel I have come to know you, even as you have come to see me, flaws and all. Some things are worth cherishing precisely because they are finite. Things cannot go on for ever. I learned this in my younger days: it isn’t how long you live that matters. What matters is what you do when you’re alive. And, man, is this place alive.
When I write again, it will be for you, I hope – just in a different form. I need to decompress and get healthy for a while; but I won’t disappear as a writer.
But this much I know: nothing will ever be like this again, which is why it has been so precious; and why it will always be a part of me, wherever I go; and why it is so hard to finish this sentence and publish this post.
Any liar can pass a lie detector test if they don’t think that they’re lying. George Costanza said that.
And so it was with the often confused and mostly conflicted Andrew.
Oh good news! You like him better than I did Susie. He’s a total misogynist and I’m tired of always hearing about things he said even vicariously.