Thursday, April 12, 2007


Sometime after The Hardy Boys and James Bond, I pretty much quit reading books for several years.

In my freshman year in Congress, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. brought me back. He made reading fun.

His writing was simple. It was playful. It was deeply cynical. And quite often it was right on target.

He's dead now.

If you haven't already, go read Breakfast of Champions or Slaughterhouse Five or Cat's Cradle.

R.I.P. old man.

WACKY WEDNESDAY: In Praise of Allan Sherman

One of my very first Wacky Wednesday posts, back in late November 2014, was about a song by the late great song parodist Allan Sherman, ...