It’s Sunday, June 29, 2008…and today we celebrate the fifth anniversary of the launching of my esteemed colleague Sam “Blaxstone” Johnson’s weblog with a sort-of-a-light-but-delicious sour cream pound cake and lemonade-iced tea slushes courtesy of Sonic. In the time that I’ve known Sam—and you can read about this in a famous TDOY post from May 17, 2005—he has proven himself to be a loyal friend, a witty and urbane conversationalist, and Jack Benny to my Fred Allen. I don’t have a problem with him being Benny because, due to his popularity as a DJ in Savannah radio, he has a much bigger following than I do. (Allen would probably retort—come to think of it, he did just that—“That large following is all Benny…” but I’m too much of a gentleman to follow his example.) Besides, Allen is much funnier…and as is so often the case, life imitates art(ists).
Even though I have relocated to the wilds of Athens, Georgia, I still maintain contact with His Samness—I phoned him two Fridays ago to learn that his computer has given up the ghost and not even Pat Robertson could faith-heal that puppy. So he’s been forced to continue blogging and communicating with his fans using the radio station’s computer until such a time as a savvy Hollywood agent catches a few of segments of Underground Savannah and signs him up as the next Dave Chappelle. In the meantime, Sam does have a “cookie jar” at his blog for charitable donations and all that I ask is that you give till it hurts, brother…and then give some more. (Can I get a witness?)