In this week's issue of New Yorker, an archival of comedy, I read, from 2002, an article about being funny. Informative and yes, funny, I found myself, twice.
I am not, nor never been, a fan of the Three Stooges, and yet all the men in our group are. Interesting to find we're not unique. And, while my great find on potato chips has been that they're a great reliever of car sickness (along with a beer), I am now told they do well with comedy.
And Me, Not So Special
