Here’s a 21st
century Norman Rockwell moment for you: I was sitting on the couch in between
my parents: me with an iPhone, my Mom with an iPad, and my Dad with an
iPod. How I wish I’d gotten a picture of
this. What a holiday card that would’ve made. We looked like the high-tech
Huxtables. What had happened was…
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If you have strong feelings about
whether we stand in line or on line then you may not want to read this. But I
think you’re up to the challenge. I think you can handle me using the terms
interchangeably, letting colloquial usage win over grammatical correctness. Welcome:
This is how a former English major walks on the wild side.
I got an email from
someone I didn’t know telling me that Martin’s memorial service would be on
Saturday. Martin? Martin who? But deep down I knew. I just didn’t want to know.
I emailed back and said, “I know several
people named Martin. Can you give me a last name?” This was a tad
disingenuous. Chalk it up to preemptive denial. There are only four Martins in
my address book and I can’t remember who three of them are. The fourth Martin? He
Back in the day I was a big
fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Xena: The Warrior Princess. My friends
knew not to call me when those shows were on. I’d be ensconced in front of the
TV watching Buffy and the Scoobies patrol the Sunny Dale Hell Mouth. And who, I
ask you who was more bad ass than
Lucy Lawless? Perhaps in her case I’m just biased towards women with alliterative
names. Lucy Lawless. Leighann Lord. You see, I can always find a way to make it
all about me. That’s my gift; my personal superpower if you will. Pardon me
while I put on my cape.
I got a chance many years ago to work with one
of my favorite political comedians, Barry Crimmins. It was an honor. I had
gotten ahold of his comedy tape, Don’t
Shoot the Messenger (you heard me, I said tape) and damn near wore it out.
Wore it out I tell you. The pleasure of working with him was compounded by the
fact that he was a nice guy who didn’t mind talking to a comedy neophyte. We
were having a lovely conversation until I innocently asked that if he’d started
in comedy clubs, why didn’t he play there more now?