Good morning, all! Morning in the cabaret world and afternoon with the doctor, it's a fascinating existence. I'll work this morning on the cruise shows, then see my doctor for clearance on next week's surgery. Hopefully, I'll be watching INVASION with DRRodzinski tonight, so it should be a good day.
DRJane, the kids ride the buses for free in Manhattan, besides roaming free and acting freely on the buses. It's an insult to all us paying customers.
TOD: I'm glad yesterday's was such a success, and I could use a good laugh.
Books: WHERE'S POPPA? & THE HORSE IS DEAD by Robert Klane
CONFEDERACY OF DUNCES by John Kennedy Toole
CHARLEY WEAVER'S LETTERS FROM MAMA
HOW I PAID FOR COLLEGE by Marc Acito
MISADVENTURES IN THE (213) by Dennis Hensley
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE by Jane Austen
Everything by Carl Hiaasen
SEX TOYS OF THE GODS by Christian McLaughlin
VALMOUTH by Ronald Firbank
GENTLEMEN PREFER BLONDES by Anita Loos
I've always liked Jean Kerr's pieces, collected in PLEASE DON'T EAT THE DAISIES and THE SNAKE HAS ALL THE LINES, Irma Bombeck, Jean Shepherd, and Fran Lebowitz, even if she is a rude horror in person.
Dear Friend BK, begging your pardon, while I think the Benjamin Kritzer books have their funny moments, I find them more akin to DAVID COPPERFIELD than to James Thurber and Jeran Shepherd. I believe the three Kritzer books are the three parts of a semi-autobiographical novel, and the overall tone is not comic but quite serious.