I really should be writing about CES or the new Congress or snow–something current. Instead all my concentration is focused on Wednesday’s news about my contract and the outpouring of support I’ve received. It’s crazy. I’m not Betty White!
My blog had twenty times its normal traffic Thursday! I received a few hundred emails without counting the Viagra offers or fortunes left to me in African safe deposit boxes.
I was on the front page of Thursday’s New Haven Register. Tonight I dominate their website. A handful of newspapers and online new media sites have written about old media me.
Someone set up a “Keep Geoff Fox on Channel 8” page on Facebook. I don’t know who to thank? It’s an honor I never would have asked for or expected.
It would be wrong for me to post there, but I read the comments and noted the 2,600+ who’ve joined.
Seriously, these are crazy numbers to me. I am blown away.
I’ve used the word “humbled” more than once. It’s the right word. This whole experience is humbling.
Maybe it’s better I never fully understood my impact on your life.
The vast majority of the comments have been positive, but there have been shots thrown in too. Someone on my blog asked if this is what I had in mind when I voted for “Hope and Change.”
Obama? You’re blaming this on Obama? Really? Isn’t that a stretch?
A New Haven Register commenter said I once almost drove into her as she carried her baby because I was so interested in being recognized. How do you do that while driving? Perception is reality I guess.
I’ve heard from a bunch of old friends. That’s pretty cool. Sometimes people wonder if too much time has passed and stay in the shadows. No, it hasn’t.
The comments that mean the most are from people I don’t know, but with whom I’ve had brief contact.
“I wrote you in middle school and you answered,” one said.
“You mentioned my name on TV,” was part of the story from a guy who used me as part of the introduction to his in-laws to be!
Someone who saw me in a restaurant remembered, “You came to my table so we could take pictures with you.” I do that a lot. I kiss and hug too. That’s part of my make-up.
These stories are just moments in time. They become vivid memories. Who wouldn’t be honored to be in your memories?
It’s mind boggling how you’ve let me into your life. No one starts a job and expects this to happen.