Monday - Punch Line

Today on my drive into work, I waved to The Carney, a.k.a. Jim, and blew him a kiss as I drove past his giant Ferris Wheel. I haven't written about him lately because no one has been dying in my life. I started seeing him on my drive when I was in the middle of a busy period for funerals, which happens every few years. I'm not complaining about the dry spell; the less grief and stress for me, the better.

He waived back and laughed as he pretended to reach up, catch my kiss and put it in his shirt pocket with his pack of cigarettes. We got together this weekend and talked, he and I, to discuss life, death, and the punch lines that connect them.

( There once was a woman from Texas... )