Ready to feel old with me?
Eighteen years ago today, when I was a wee little married lad of just 29 years old, toiling away in the corporate marketing and spin world, I created The Lost Ogle in the back bedroom of my house using a generic WordPress template, a bad logo, and a $4.99-a-month GoDaddy hosting plan.
Three days later, my wife and I separated, and my life veered off in a whole new direction—and, well, here I still am. Writing for you on the Internet. Good times!
For my first article, I tossed out a forgettable little ditty about the Channel 25 weather team. The only thing of note is that I documented the 2007 price of Henry Hudson’s happy hour draws.
Is it just me, or does the FOX 25 weather crew look more like a bunch of Bob Howard car salesmen rather than a group of Oklahoma City weathermen? Instead of talking about the jet stream, hook echoes and the dry line, I picture them sitting around some $0.80-cent draws at Henry Hudson's blabbering about the hot chick who bought the beat up Accord, what they plan to do with their "future", and of course, the "good old days."
Anyway, that there headline, picture and paragraph is the first ever post here at TheLostOgle.com. At this website, a group of young, amazing and strikingly attractive Oklahoma City residents are going to offer our "2-cents", "rants" or "morning news show styled opinions" on a variety of topics concerning Oklahoma City and the rest of the world. It's a daunting task. In fact, it's a task so daunting that only an Ogle brother could do it.
That's why we're TheLostOgle.com. And that's our two cents.
That’s sweet. It takes me back to the pre-gentrification Oklahoma good old days when local chains were still hopping suburban hot spots to grab a bite and a drink.