Above the fold
Laughter, the Best Medicine.
A quick Google search for Reader’s Digest showed that a) yes the now 10x a year magazine is still published, and b) the circulation is over 3 million.
Long ago one of their monthly features was a compilation of musings of American life titled Laughter, It’s the Best Medicine. It was (and maybe it still is) so well appreciated that they compiled the best and made them into paperbacks unto themselves.
We looked it up since we find the laughter part in understandably short supply these last several days. Maybe it is the best medicine right now since the health and economy of the world is a bad joke being repeated in many languages. Hopefully below makes light of a bit of it all.
At the local overrun grocery store Saturday at 8 AM we turned down one aisle to see a shopper with a buggy that looked like it could hold no more in it nor below. The stack-up was monumentally well done. “Crazy times,” she said. “Crazy times,” I said. One more glance at the pile and you could see four very large bottles of ketchup. Four. FOUR. I had to. “Hey, I’m just curious. Why so much ketchup?” “My husband loves it. The last thing he told me before I left was to make sure he didn’t run out.” Mission accomplished we presume.
Two aisles later were paper products. An employee was stationed at the toilet paper run as a shopper put the third package of Charmin in her cart. “Ma’am, as you can see from the limit sign, just two please.” No response. “MA’AM, its a limit of two, please.” As she pushed on, over her departing shoulder she said, “Oh, this one is for a friend of mine.” So thoughtful.
Over in dairy yet another employee was staged to help manage the mayhem. By now, absolutely amazed at waiting in line 45 minutes to shop and witness it all, it was time to lighten things up a bit. “Excuse me. Do you know when the hurricane is supposed to make landfall?” He looked unamused. “Too soon?” He nodded affirmatively. The strong silent type he is apparently.
Meanwhile, Sunday night two nearly octagenarians battled it out appropriately six feet apart in a near-empty CNN studio. The Democratic Nomination is still there for the taking Bernie believes. Does he really? Crazy Bernie screamed “Medicare for All” repeatedly for 90 minutes. Crazy times.
Joe Biden confused Ebola with the Swine Flu with the Coronavirus with H1N1 with N1H15 with R2D2 and with CP30 at one point. Of course, this was after he began the debate with a strong cough right into his fist when he was asked what he would do to combat the rapidly spreading virus. You cannot make this stuff up.
Fox News resident rabble-rouser, Greg Gutfeld, tweeted during the debate “two cranky old farts arguing over who didn’t do what or did do that. It’s like a Florida condo meeting over who keeps parking too close to the boat dock.”
Maybe the joke is on us. Trump’s press conferences in the last week needed a standing eight count at times. One of these two (very very likely Biden) will have a chance to knock him out of the office. That chance (like it or not) improves by the day as our chance to escape a major disruption to our medical and economic well being is gone.
Maybe, just maybe, laughter is the best medicine. And, you don’t need to wait for a test that we don’t have to get a prescription for it. Laughter for All!
Pass the ketchup, please.