I'm Just Saying

In all my years of watching the stand-up comedy of Jerry Seinfeld, beginning in 1984, I believe the best joke he ever wrote was a relatively recent one, reflecting on being a father:

“A 2-year old is kind of like having a blender, but you don’t have a top for it.”

It’s not unusual for me to receive a couple of requests each week for speaking engagements or to perform stand-up for charitable events.

I’m pretty sure I don’t owe any of them money, but evidently, I’ve got dead relatives hanging out all around my house.

Cardinals, you see- not those that vote on a new pope, but rather the ones with a way cooler pompadour hairdo.

So...did you feel the Edgefield, earthquake last week?

Paul didn’t.

And the subsequent aftershocks?

Paul didn’t.

And the huge thunderstorms that just rolled through?

You guessed it.

Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

So said, according to Wikipedia, the ancient Greek work of Herodotus, translated by Prof. George Herbert Palmer, Harvard University, describing the Persian system of mounted postal carriers c. 500 B.C.E.

We’ve pretty much all had this experience: You have a disagreeable encounter with someone who raises your hackles, and frustrated with your own lack of eloquence to explain your point, you turn on your heel in an impotent fury, leave, and on the way home in your car, smack the steering wheel with the sudden realization of what you should have sa

I’ve never been more grateful to have been tucked up in my own bed (despite becoming rapidly untucked every 15 minutes owing to the norovirus) this past snow day throughout the Carolinas.

I had one of those moments last week where a conservative, suburban mom popped right out of my mouth.

It was astonishing. And most disconcerting.