The Assassination of President Kennedy was brought up on TV today and for some reason I blurted out “I remember where I was when I heard.” My friend, sitting beside me reading the newspaper, just shook her head sadly and said “I wasn’t even born yet.” I stared at her as she turned the page and settled into an article. I wanted to point out that I wasn’t 50 years old, but that would involve me explaining a joke, which, as we all know, just makes you even less funny. So instead of being unfunny I’d rather be old.
I’ve learned a little something about myself…and the friends I choose.
Speaking of funny…
-P to the G-