Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Since today is TAX day in the U.S., I would strongly recommend that if you are ever called by the Internal Revenue and told to report for an audit, you do so. However, when you meet the person who has the power to make your life a living hell, you should NOT utter the famous Groucho Marx line, "I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception."
SOME WORDS ABOUT THE WINTER OLYMPICS
I have previously written about the Winter Olympics when I used to publish a humor newsletter, but the words bear repeating.
My favorite event has always been the Bobsled, for obvious reasons. Curling is my second favorite event. Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to grow up and become an olympic curler like my grandfather before me. He curled for the Roumanian team in the games of 1928, but was disqualified for eating a pastrami sandwich to distract the other curlers. To this day, no one can eat a pastrami sandwich without thinking about my grandfather.
Of course, growing up in the Bronx, New York, it was virtually impossible to find anyone else interested in curling. When I would play curling by myself, I would roll the stone (or in my case a bowling ball) and then run in front of it with a vacuum cleaner. This went on until the games officially drew to a close, signalled by the neighbors who lived just below us banging on the ceiling with a broom and threatening to call the police!
More about the Winter Olympics tomorrow.
SOME WORDS ABOUT THE WINTER OLYMPICS
I have previously written about the Winter Olympics when I used to publish a humor newsletter, but the words bear repeating.
My favorite event has always been the Bobsled, for obvious reasons. Curling is my second favorite event. Ever since I was a little boy, I wanted to grow up and become an olympic curler like my grandfather before me. He curled for the Roumanian team in the games of 1928, but was disqualified for eating a pastrami sandwich to distract the other curlers. To this day, no one can eat a pastrami sandwich without thinking about my grandfather.
Of course, growing up in the Bronx, New York, it was virtually impossible to find anyone else interested in curling. When I would play curling by myself, I would roll the stone (or in my case a bowling ball) and then run in front of it with a vacuum cleaner. This went on until the games officially drew to a close, signalled by the neighbors who lived just below us banging on the ceiling with a broom and threatening to call the police!
More about the Winter Olympics tomorrow.
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