All’s well that ends…
Lunchtime, Tuesday, February 17, 2004 • 19 responses
My relative absence from this site can be attributed to a very busy week last week and a weekend trip down to the City of Angels this last weekend. I was summoned by the Grammy—not the award given to musicians who have successfully sold out—but by the Real Grammy™—Poog’s grandmother. On this issue the User Manual for PremarItal RElations (UMPIRE®) is quite clear: when the Real Grammy™ summons, you go. Unless, of course, you meet the criteria specified in Chapter 6, Section VI, Paragraph B of UMPIRE®, which exempts those being summoned by a Real Grammy™ under the influence of senility, drugs, booze, Perry Como, Lawrence Welk, Richard Nixon, or Betsy Ross. …