I column as I seeumn

Which doesn't make me a colloseum. It does, however afford me a most welcome piece of good news-- apparently I've regained a humor column at long last. This week's offering only makes sense if you are familiar with the other nonsense going on in the area, and they will want a local spin most weeks, so it may not always be relevant for those of you not in the Berkshires (not that I really expect any of you to read my column regularly). But still, I am most pleased to begin exchanging humor for money (albeit very little, none of which has been delivered yet) on a quasi-regular basis again after too many years, as it is what I want to do for a living eventually.

Of course, my pleasure at this is tempered by the small matter of a book manuscript I'm far behind schedule on because it requires interviewing far too many people (half of whom may not exist), a house with a freezing basement and no window dressing, a non-stable collegiate email system, a friend whose opinion of me will reach the earth's core if it sinks any lower, and the usual complaints and grumbles that accompany a mix of cynicism and judaism-- to wit:

Oy. Figures.