Posted on | February 24, 2012 | 5 Comments
Waaaay back when, before such a thing as “blogs” existed, back in the day of 3200-baud dial-up modems, when I was still working at a small-town Georgia newspaper, I became an online acquaintance of Jeff Quinton.
A native South Carolinian, Jeff always had a nose for news and frequently had the inside scoop on the bizarre internecine wrangling of Palmetto State politics. After I moved to D.C., Jeff kept sending me tips by e-mail, and eventually developed his own Web site, Backcountry Conservative, one of the first blogs I ever read — before I even knew what a “blog” was. If you’ve been reading Michelle Malkin’s site a while, you may recognize Jeff’s name, as for example in a August 2004 post:
Jeff Quinton is liveblogging the crash of one Russian airplane south of Moscow and the disappearance of another between Moscow and the Black Sea.
Jeff subsequently moved to Baltimore to attend graduate school, married a Maryland girl, and eventually got a job in D.C. Strange as it may seem, considering that I’ve known Jeff since the mid-1990s, I didn’t actually meet him until 2006. When Donkey Cons was published and I spoke at an event at the Capitol, Jeff attended and afterwards joined my family and me for dinner at Tortilla Coast.
Nowadays, Jeff blogs at The Quinton Report, and yesterday put up a post about some of his recent travails: His wife got laid off from her job; shortly thereafter, they learned she’s pregnant; and just last week, his father was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
What should you do? Go hit Jeff’s tip jar — I did.