I've been, um, a little bit occupied with the lake and the beautiful weather the past few weeks, and the new column isn't quite ready. To tide you over, here's a vintage piece along those lines...
You know, I’ll bet writing a column like this one probably looks like a pretty easy job. All you have to do is ramble on for a while about whatever you think needs rambling on about, crank out some jokes, and check it over to make sure that at least most of what you’ve written is English. Then you just pack your masterpiece off to the syndicate and bathe in the deep satisfaction of a job well done.
Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s not always that easy. Like right now - the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and one of my friends just called me from his ski boat to see if I could come out to play. Of course, being the disciplined professional that I am…
Ok I’m back. I think I may have slightly strained a hamstring on that last set on the jump skis, so it actually feels kind of good to sit here at the computer and get my work done. After all, I have responsibilities. I simply have to ignore distractions like this other friend who just called me from his new boat to help him see if the racing engine he had installed will let us go faster than 90 MPH…
Driving by the high school parking lot last week, I was struck by the fact that every vehicle sitting out there that could be clearly and easily distinguished from a pile of scrap metal. Most of them were newer than the car I drive. A few were newer than the oil in the car I drive.
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