We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I used to keep some comedy tapes (yes, tapes) in the glove box when I commuted to Boston. Different comics, but my favorite was Robin. Got some strange looks, I want to tell you, inching along in bumper to bumper traffic while making with the belly laughs and sometimes tears running down my face.
Thats when I learned, it really pissed people off to cut you off and have them give you the finger only to realize you are laughing and smiling.
Robin's routine (Comic relief) with the bit on Shakespearean trained porn actors, brilliant, brilliant.
Time was those boomer types had forbidden (sign of things to come) any conversation about 'NAM'. But, then Robin -- Robin came out with "Good Morning . . ." and we (the earlier kids who actually went to war) we were suddenly free to laugh, and to cry. All because of this man's great talent. I don't usually allow myself any self pity--but today, today I am sad and I am angry. I know he suffered--but, what about me I always thought he would be there somewhere -- where I could find a good laugh till the tears rolled down my cheeks! That is gone.
Last year I had one of those "female intuition" things you guys are always so worried about -- Jonathan Winters had just passed away and my first thought was "damn--that's gonna be hard on Robin Williams."
Dear Barrister: your one word tribute is among the best things I have seen written today--nice work!