The best day of the week, Greg Cote Tuesday, just doubled up plus 4. My boy, Gary, excitedly transcribes “three facts, Jack” to share during Ms. Parmalee’s third grade weekly show-and-tell. Show-and-tell, a relic of bygone times. Little Steven’s mason jar of fireflies has been supplanted by Mick’s cybernated gill-less Lungfish displayed on Ms. Cutty’s digital picture frame.
There are thousands of reasons to sit back, relax, and vicariously enjoy an hour of otherwise noticeably truant familial banter. None compels like reason 1,441 - the absence of a nepo-baby failed executive parroting everybody’s least favorite law professor. So put me on a treadmill, shoot me to outer space, and pray that your elevated banter keeps me in orbit for eternity.
