One of the wittiest and funniest writers on the planet right now is David Sedaris--a guy who has made a nice living writing for public radio and publishing his essays, the most recent collection of which is entitled: When You Are Engulfed in Flames. I can't wait to read it. In fact, I'm taking this book with me when I go to the beach (Lake Michigan) for the day this Saturday. A quick trip calls for a quick read, and Sedaris's essays move with the pace of a great blog. I think I have everything he has written on my shelves at home.
As our family prepares for the beach on Saturday (remember, it's just a day!) I've already had to field numerous complains from the younger set in the family.
Is this trip really necessary? I'm going to miss out on a whole lot of sleep.
--fourteen year old son, soon to be fifteen
The beach. Again?! Awwwhhh, Dad!
--eighteen year old daughter, soon to be nineteen
We'll save some money and I'll pack a basket lunch instead of eating out.
--the wife, who is six months younger than I am and you'd better believe I never let her forget it.
Why can't we have a private room?
--Dad (dreaming of his lovely woman and trying to remember what she looked like at age twenty-two in a bikini)
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Why can't we have a private room?
--Dad (dreaming of his lovely woman and trying to remember what she looked like at age twenty-two in a bikini)
Tell me you didn't just write that... EVERY man "remembers" what his lovely wife looked like when she was twenty-two in a bikini!! Now the rest of us will have to face the obvious follow-up question from our wives: "Do YOU remember...?"
Great insight, Art. Tell me, you're an architect, aren't you?
Imports and exports, actually.
Chips in . . . matches out.
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