We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A nice little honorarium. I'm actually something of a self-professed Tarantophile and have read every BOTWT column ever written.
I'm also his official unofficial proofreader. I catch about one little thing every few weeks. The other day he had word-space-semicolon, rather than word-semicolon-space. I, too, admire his work so much that I hated seeing anything amiss, so I asked him flat-out about four years ago whether he was actually 'pedantic' or not (meaning, actually caring that every i was dotted and t was crossed, even days after publication, as I am), and he replied in the definite affirmative. The deal is that it's grammar and punctuation only, rarely syntax (readability), and certainly never content.
One day he misspelled Michael Crichton's last name. I immediately corrected him.
He wrote back, "Whoops! How insulting!"
I told him, "Don't worry about it. He refers to you as James Tarantino."
When my former employer discontinued the subscription to the Wall Street Journal, I signed up for Taranto's Best of the Web e-mail, circa July 2001. He kept linking to something called Instapundit. When my curiosity threshold was tripped, I clicked the link and was hooked.
On 9/11/2001, as I drove to work, I was talking to a friend who was watching the morning pseudo "news" shows and he told me he was watching a fire at the World Trade Center. He called me, in shock, half an hour later to advise he'd just watched a plane crash into the other tower of the WTC.
My go to site that morning was Instapundit and it is still a daily must read.
Merc, back in 2002-03 i was a sort of shut-in a nine-hour drive from home (mom had had a stroke and was comatose and needed help), and around mid-morning every day i'd try to pass time writing 'informed' comments on BOTW. I say 'imformed' because i'd often have to learn something quick-like to make sure of something i wanted to put in the comment. It'd be something that had pestered me all my life, in a minor key at least. Little details historical and the like, finally looked up and placed. One day, the column featured Robert Bartley ruminating on with Taranto about the column (the idea for it had been Bartley's, back in the net stone age). They talked a bit about the comments column, and as i live and breathe, Bartley said his favorite comment was --and he quoted it --by a guy in Texas --and he named my name. Of course i like to fell off my chair, and immediately i fwds the thing to everyone who thought i was a dumbass, meaning, everybody i ever knew or shared kith & kin with.
Know what they invariably answered?
"Who is Robert Bartley?"
...and then i lost the URL (disc explosion), and now i can't find it, feh.
That makes at least two of us who found Glenn Reynolds via James Taranto. I wish they'd run for office as a team --Pres and VP on the hmm, Web Party. Really --both fellers' instincts are automatically unerring.