I'm writing my first piece for the Indianapolis Star. It's going to knock your socks off. Well, not really. You're not going to read it, and it will likely be pretty dull. But I've convinced another reputable publication to pay me to write, so I'm thrilled.
Paramedics save ducklings from storm drain. My darling nephew the EMT and firefighter, who recently breezed through Chicago on an intense family bonding mission, told me that right before he left home to visit me, he and his colleagues had done the exact same thing. In a world full of pointless strife and senseless suffering, grown men will coordinate efforts to pull some tiny, helpless, and by some measures, insignificant little fuzzlings from a storm drain and reunite them with their squawking and panicky Mommy. Pardon me while I snuffle just a little bit. Damn it.
A quote from a friend, who was disappointed in my less-than-enthusiastic response to her interpretation of a Family Guy joke: "It's funny, right? It's funny?" (Puzzled pause.) "Oh, I forgot, this part is important - you have to picture me doing all of this in a banana suit." And, because we can all use a laugh, the joke in question: