How it all happened, thank goodness

Writing was hard because it’s never good enough and you can waste months going down the wrong road and a live radio show simply is what it is. The “On Air” light flashes and you do what you do. An evangelical upbringing is a weird preparation for comedy, but now I’m an old man and still working at it. I went home to Minnesota last week to visit and I rode down Bloomington Avenue and it all came back to me. Had Dad thrashed me with the yardstick, he wouldn’t have told Marion and Elsie and it wouldn’t have become a joke and I likely would’ve become a drama critic known as The Mortician, famous for my devastating reviews with wicked put-downs that have closed many a show. Instead I celebrate my 83^rd with a show telling stories and singing love duets with my pal Heather Masse. A cheeseburger costs twelve bucks and it’s worth it.