What he wrote about, along with the weather and the way to build a double-ended cedar scow for Joe and the way to keep a city rubber plant healthy with doses of "sheep-shit tea" (as it was known in the family, if not in print) and how to hook up a mooring with a chain so the tide will lift it free in the morning, was himself. The arrangement left room for his thoughts about the movies, automobile design, the railroads, taxation, domesticity, poetry, Florida trailer parks, and freedom.
Does that sound . . . newly familiar, somehow?
It's Roger Angell, writing in The New Yorker, about his stepfather, E.B. White, whose monthly column in Harper's, beginning in 1938, was called "One Man's Meat." Couldn't every blog be called that? (Well, half of 'em, anyway.)
UPDATE: Ann Althouse opines, in an e-mail, that the ur-Blogfather is Michel de Montaigne, 1533-1592 (eek! he died when he was my age), who wrote, "I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself."
UPDATE II: Welcome, Ann's readers, and be sure to check the Comments AND follow the TrackBacks because that's where the action is. Several nominations so far for the Bloggo di Tutti Bloggi, spanning some millennia. Sisu tips her hat to the Lascaux caveblogger before nominating . . . well, go see.