25 years of The Observer

Though I didn’t know it at the time — how could I, I was but a lad of 16 — my blogging alter ego, The Observer, was born 25 years ago today.
Twenty-five years ago, my family took me to the airport, dropped me into the hands of chaperones who would keep me out of theĀ gulag (or at least out of serious trouble), and I set off on my firstĀ real adventure.
Well, that’s actually kind of unfair. The problem with “adventure” is trying to understand it through perspective.
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