It’s Saturday, April 14th and as far as I can tell
most of us are still here which is a welcome surprise.
So is not having to wear my winter coat.
It’s Saturday April 14th and my three dogs could care
less about the incessant political banter. Their interests
are focused on scent the bear left behind, food and
the cheek of any car to dare to drive by. It’s April 14th
and I took a few moments to fold my arms across my
chest to see if by imitating Trump I could glean
insight into his thought process. I concluded he doesn’t
have one that’s chartable. Its still April 14th. I have to
tidy up my sermon for tomorrow, “Want To Hear a Joke?”
This leads me to realize that nowadays all jokes are
political. When was the last time you heard a joke
that started: “A man walked into a bar…”?
It’s Saturday April 14th. I could go out and buy James
Comey’s memoir, “A Higher Loyalty,” but I already have
one. Even though I’m not going to buy the book I can still
go outside. The crocus are up. I don’t like crocus but I’m
glad they’re up.
