My first effort at writing this week’s column was spiked by editor Aaron “Slam Dunk” Burkhalter for crossing too many lines. Woot. I’ll be 69 next month, but I’m still as immature as ever.
It all has to do with that word “irony” in the title. I realized years ago that I’m a natural irony generator. There was the time I was riding in a van with half a dozen other people and an old man stepped out in front of the van, requiring the driver to slam on the brakes. Without any hesitation, I said, “SMART!” One quarter second later other people in the van blurted out, “STUPID!”