Of Madness, Mirth, & Meaning
An old friend came to visit yesterday. He didn’t knock or ring in the more conventional way. It was via an obscure Facebook feed in a private writer/wit/tomfoolery group that I’m an esteemed member of. That’s his picture up there above these words. His name is Bill. He’s one of my best friends (the man, not the cat). This photo epitomizes his incredible sense of humor and the endless fun we’ve had over decades of friendship, with a shared bit of madness and mirth in our humor. I remember when the photo was taken several years ago (spoiler: the cat was photoshopped). Was originally titled: “Opening Day of Zucchini Season“, and not surprisingly went viral. Of the countless memories in our decades of friendship, it seems worth sharing a note on one particular visit. What could, years later, send us into splinters of laughter by the mere mention of This…