Day 2935: The New Culinary Classics

Classic readers of this blog might assume that this post is about new culinary classics created by my husband Michael, including dinner from last night.


However, today’s post is inspired by my classic friend Peter, who sent me this yesterday …

… with the wonderful addition “Finnegan’s Cake.”

Here are my new culinary classics:

  • The House of Seven Bagels
  • The Turn of the Stew
  • Moby Duck
  • Leek House
  • The Rind of the Ancient Marinara
  • The Old Man and the Sea Bass
  • Mushroom with a View
  • Gone with the Wine
  • Tom Soy-sauce
  • A Knish Before Dying
  • The Bun Also Rises
  • The Right Stuffing
  • Travels with Barley
  • The Mosquito Toast
  • The Black Scallion
  • Ketchup in the Rye

I look forward to seeing more new culinary classics in the comments section, below.

To help you think, here is music from Mushroom I mean A Room with a View.

Thanks to Peter, Lorie Ransom, and all the other classic and classy people who help me write these posts, including YOU.

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Day 1184: You’re in

You’re in for a treat today, if urine the mood for stinky puns.

Are you in, pee-ple?

Yesterday morning, as I was minding my pees and q’s, I was  feeling  a little pissed, about my heart.

Then, I became much more pissed when I realized that our cat (whose name begins with O, not P), had urinated, peed, and pissed all over the bottom of our bedroom closet.

Of course, I had to de-urinate, de-pee, and de-piss the closet, pronto, even though I had an early appointment about my heart.

Does this  pissy post on my Facebook page sound pissed off?

Apparently, one of our cats tried to distract me from worrying about my heart by peeing everywhere in our closet. It worked.

After this pissy and pee-ved start to my morning, I met with Melanie at the New England Cardiac Arrhythmia Center.

Urine for some surprises, perhaps, when I tell you that:

  1. Melanie and I have worked together, through many pacemakers, for thirty years.
  2. I always feel less pissed after I talk with wonderful pee-ple like Melanie.
  3. Melanie showed me empeethy and understanding, as usual, which helped my heart feel much better.

Throughout the day, I felt pissy about these things:

  1. I could still imagine smelling that cat pee.
  2. Several pairs of my shoes are probably ruined because of urine, which is very pee-ving.
  3. I phoned  pee-ple at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota, and Dr. Warnes (who is the expert in pee-ple with my heart condition) is taking vacation the same week as my vacation in May, which is pee-ving, because now I’ll have to miss work to visit her.
  4. Dr. Warnes wants me to meet with a surgeon when I visit her in Minnesota, and surgeons are pee-ple who can piss me off.

Ready for some pissed photos from yesterday, pee-ple?





That last pissy picture shows our own personal Urinetown — the back porch containing everything Oscar has recently peed on.

Because personally, puns do NOT peeve me, here’s the subject heading of an email I sent to my doctors about my mixed feelings re: traveling all the way to the Mayo Clinic about my pissy heart:

Hold the Mayo?

Here’s a punny clip from the very punny movie Airplane! about the Mayo Clinic:

Pissed off, peeple?

If urine the mood to mark this territory with a comment, I will not be pissed or peeved.

Many thanks to all people who pee, including those who helped me create this pissy and punny post and to those who are reading it, here and now.

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Day 1036: Cheese

Yesterday, I visited my sister, Ellen, who is allergic to cheese.

Some people think limericks are cheesy.  I hope Ellen isn’t allergic to this:

My sister, allergic to cheese,

Knows that living near water brings ease.

At this stage in her life,

She and Linda, her wife,

Have a condo that’s certain to please,

Next to water that never will freeze.

My limerick for Ellen has an extra line, but I wanted to give it an extra slice of cheese, for love and luck.

Speaking of slices of cheese, Ellen had this on her salad at lunch yesterday:

While that looks like a slice of cheese, it’s not.  Would it be cheesy to ask you to guess what that is?

Personally, guessing games make me smile like I’m saying “cheese.”

Last night, our local supermarket  was giving out free samples of cheese.

While you might think it cheesy to wear a Halloween costume the day after Halloween, I smiled when I saw this princess ….

… who kept going back for more cheese.

As usual, I saw other cheesy items at the supermarket.


Ellen and I are both far from 29, so I didn’t buy that cheesy “cake mate” to celebrate.  By the way, I don’t think it’s cheesy for anyone to attain their heart’s desire (like a place near the ocean) late in life.

After my boyfriend Michael and I completed our cheesy food shopping last night, he made us veggie burgers with cheese (not pictured).

Here are several more slices of cheese for today’s cheese-filled post:

Say “cheese,” please, because studies have shown that smiling increases ease.

Thanks to all who helped me write this cheesy post and an extra slice of thanks to you — of course! — for eating it up.

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Day 826: The difference between tragedy and comedy

I got a paper-cut on my finger three days ago  at work, and it’s been hurting me ever since.

I don’t know if Oscar — or you — can see that cut, but it’s reminding me of this definition of the difference between tragedy  and comedy, from Mel Brooks as The 2000 Year Old Man:

Tragedy is when I get a paper-cut on my finger. It hurts, I’ll run around, I’ll cry, and I’ll go to the hospital.

Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

Even though I can’t find that particular tragedy/comedy clip right now,  that’s no tragedy, since there’s lots more comedy where that came from :

You can find Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner performing the amazing comedy of The 2000 Year Old Man on YouTube and — I hope — many other places.  It would be a tragedy if those jewels of improvisational comedy ever disappear.

Sometimes, I find it hard to decide what’s tragic and what’s comic, in my life. Sometimes, I laugh to keep from crying or find it all so funny, I cry.

Am I alone in this tragicomedy?

Whatever your thoughts about that or anything else in this post, it wouldn’t be a tragedy if you leave them in a comment, you know.

Here are some photos I took last night, when I was thinking about tragedy and comedy at our local supermarket.


I am hoping that nobody’s so tragically alone that they need a talking mouse like that, just to hear the words, “I like you.”

Here’s a tragedy for me (which may be comical to you):

My most favorite Skinny Cow dessert has tragically  disappeared from the freezer section of my supermarket.   I fear the yummy and low calorie chocolate mousse ganache cones I love  will never, ever return.

If my thoughts turn tragic about that loss or about anything else (like the upcoming surgery for my unusual heart), I’ll just remember this:

Yes, I have survived disco, so I’ll probably survive a whole lot more.

There’s a specific personal tragedy I’d like to transform here, before I end this post. Last week, a doctor I met for the first time said things I found negative, frightening, and tragically hope-diminishing. As I’ve oft written in this blog, negative words and thoughts  can tragically push out the positive.

In the here and now, I resolve to turn that tragedy into comedy.


Well, as I’ve found in individual and group psychotherapy, it’s possible to reduce the power of toxic people by changing your thoughts about them. For example, I could picture that cardiologist as a clown  or as a standup comedian, delivering a routine (rather than delivering dire predictions about my health).

Also, I could turn that personal tragedy into comedy here,  with some jokes about doctors:

“Doctor, you have to help me out!” “Certainly, which way did you come in?”

“Doctor, you’ve taken out my tonsils, my adenoids, my gall bladder, and my appendix, but I still don’t feel well.” “That’s enough out of you!”

“Doctor, my leg hurts! What can I do?” “Limp.”

“Doctor, I’ve hurt my arm in several places.” “Don’t go there any more.”

What’s the difference between God and a doctor?
God doesn’t think He’s a doctor. 

As that last joke reminds me, that doomsday doctor I saw last week is not God. No human being, doctor or otherwise, is psychic about the future. We all have to wait and see what really happens, with all of us.

Maybe I’ll run into this doctor years from now, still looking as good as I do now, and give him some sort of comic gesture.

What do you think that gesture should be?

When you have about 25 minutes for some great comedy, watch this episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show for a perfect suggestion:

(Note: that episode is no longer available on YouTube, perhaps because of the tragedy of Mary Tyler Moore’s death.  The gesture, in “The Critic” episode,  was  a pie in the face.)

Well! I have to go to the hospital now, not because of my paper-cut or any other tragedy, but because I need to get to work.

Here’s what it looks like outside, right now:

Is that a tragedy or a comedy? It might depend on how close it is, to you.

Tragically sincere thanks to Mel Brooks, to Carl Reiner, to the wonderful writers and actors from The Mary Tyler Moore Show, to people who live a thousand years or less,  to good doctors, to bunnies of all colors, to skinny cows, and to you — of course! —  for sharing my comedies and tragedies, here and now.

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Day 758: Tests

How do you feel about tests, dear readers?

Feel free to comment with an essay, below. You can also skip that essay question and

a. answer the rest of the tests in this post,

b. answer some of the tests in this post, or

c. ignore every friggin’ test in this post.

Test #1: How did this exact line


appear on my computer screen?

a. My cat did my homework by stepping on my laptop.

b. I was experimenting with different keys, to test my knowledge of special characters.

c.  Somebody was showing me a math equation, much like somebody else tested me at work last week.


d.  I’m not sure, because that string of characters suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

e.  None of the above.

Test # 2: Put the following photographs — taken yesterday during a blizzard — in order, chronologically.

Photo A:


Photo B:


Photo C:


Photo D:


Photo E:


Test #3: If a cat were to type on somebody’s keyboard, which one would it be?

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Cat A


Cat B


Cat C

Test #4: The writer of this post is taking some tests this afternoon. What kinds of tests will those be?

a. Math tests.

b. Tests of strength.

c. Cardiac tests.

d. Tests of patience.

e. Driving tests.

f. English tests.

g.  All of the above.

h. None of the above.

Test #5: These boots


a. Are made for walking.

b. Are made for shoveling.

c. Look like a bunch of layered socks.

d. Are waterproof.

e. Are found in fine department stores everywhere.

f. Are to die for.

g. (a) (c ) and (d) only.

h. (b)  only under duress and depending upon results of other tests.

i. Usually sit in a closet.

Test #6: One of these songs fits this post best. Which  is it?

a. Crash Test Dummies‘ “MMM MMM MMM MMM”  (found here on YouTube).

b. Loudon Wainwright III singing  his composition “School Days”  (here on YouTube).

c. Stanley Clarke playing his composition “School Days” (on YouTube here).

d. “ABC” by The Jackson 5  (here on YouTube).

Extra Credit: The writer of this blog saw a live performance of one of those songs. Which one was it?

Thanks to all humans and cats helping me write, test, and publish this post. And thanks to you — of course! — for taking the tests you choose, here and now.

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Day 684: Down time

Earlier this week, I wrote about a down day (here, although I called it something different).

I was very happy to get through and over that down day, very quickly.

This morning, I woke up thinking, “THANK GOODNESS I have some down time this weekend.”

That’s a very different use of the word “down,” isn’t it?

For anybody who needs a definition at this point, “down time” means:

time during which a machine, especially a computer, is out of action or unavailable for use.
a time of reduced activity or inactivity.
“everyone needs downtime to unwind”

Here’s what I’m noticing now about that definition:

  1. machines get first billing and
  2. the way I’m using “down time” in this post  is regional, which means this usage might be new to some of my readers.

You know, I might be particularly sensitive to machines getting attention  because of this: I’ve depended on cardiac pacemakers since I was ten years old. And let me tell you, I’ve spent some of the last 51 years worrying about pacemakers having “down time “(because pacemakers did break, wear out, and prematurely lose power early on in their — and my — life).

Thank goodness, modern pacemakers don’t have as much down time as the old ones did.

I want to tell you about my day yesterday, when I did NOT have a lot of down time, as I went to one Boston hospital to get medical care and then to another Boston hospital to do my work (I’m a psychotherapist for a hospital-based primary care practice) and then to a comedy show, with my 16-year-old son, Aaron.

Since I do have lots of down time today, I’m glad  I can relax as I write this post about yesterday.

As Wordsworth said,

That will be 50 dollars, please.

No, wait. That’s not Wordsworth the poet. That’s Wordsworth the plumber.

If you don’t think what I just did in this post is funny, feel free to use — instead of plumber  — an occupation of somebody else who has charged you money. Or perhaps, you could make this funnier by changing the dollar amount, like so:

As Wordsworth said,

That will be 5 dollars, please.

No, wait. That’s not Wordsworth the poet; that’s Wordsworth the Starbucks barista.*

Where was I, before that particular tangent (which was down or up, according to your perspective)?

Oh, yes. Wordsworth the poet. As I remember — from my years as an English major in college — Wordsworth said poetry was

emotion recollected in tranquility

… and while I can’t guarantee that this post will be poetic in any way, I am happy to have the tranquility of today’s down time, to recollect the emotions, thoughts, and images I experienced yesterday.

I don’t know about you, but I smell a photo essay coming on.

How I Spent My Day Yesterday

by Ann

Since I start every day writing a blog post, yesterday’s post — “Safety First” — was on my mind, as I arrived at the hospital for my medical appointment.


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After my appointment yesterday, I stopped by — in the same hospital — the place I go for my periodic pacemaker checks, and I saw two familiar people:


Valerie, who told me she is looking forward to the winter weather here (!!!!) and Melanie


who has appeared in posts before (here, here, and here).

Even though I didn’t have a scheduled appointment with her yesterday — and I’m sure Melanie does NOT have a lot of down time — Melanie took some time to talk to me about how I’ve been feeling lately. When I told her about some of my worries regarding recent shortness of breath and my wondering if I was okay, Melanie said, reassuringly:

You ARE okay, Ann, and you WILL BE okay.

I believed her and I cried — a little — from relief.

Melanie then asked me when my next appointment was — for a pacemaker check and to see Dr. Estes (one of my cardiologists who has appeared or been mentioned here, here, here, here, here, here, here, and here). I said, “I’m not sure, but I THINK it’s soon.” (That might sound like I’m too busy and I need more down time, but I do have lots of medical appointments these days and I know I’m seeing my other cardiologist, Dr. Deeb Salem, in December.) Later, when I had some down time, I discovered that my appointment with Pacemaker Clinic and Dr. Estes is next week. I’m glad to know I’ll be seeing Valerie and — perhaps — Melanie, even sooner than I thought.

Here are more things I saw yesterday, soon after my up time with Melanie:

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I was very perplexed by that last image, in a Fenway Park lot. Because I had a little bit of down time before my first appointment at work, I investigated further, by walking around to get a better view:


I was still confused by what I was seeing, and so were other people there, too.


That’s Omar, calling over to Joe


and asking Joe our shared question: “What is going on here?”

Joe told us they were setting up a “Spartan Race”  — an obstacle course taking place inside and outside Fenway Park — for thousands of people.

“Spartan Race,” Omar, and Joe were all initially unfamiliar to me, but I greatly appreciated the introductions. I also appreciated meeting Al


shown, there, with Joe. Al told me he was part of program called “Project Place” which was helping him get “back on my feet.” I told Al I was glad to hear that. And, I showed Omar how he could find this blog.

Here are some more photos I took, yesterday:

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I took that photo, last night, at Johnny D’s in Somerville, Massachusetts, USA. That’s Tony V — a comedian I’ve seen many times since the 1980’s — telling a pacemaker joke. I’m not kidding.

My son, Aaron, wondered last night whether it was okay for me to snap that picture of Tony V. I told him it probably was, since we were outside the performance area, at that point.  Soon, though, we got some great down time — that is, we were sitting down in great seats, watching Emo Philips (who has appeared in previous posts here, here, here, and here) do an amazingly funny show. And here are my last two images, from yesterday:

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Boy, wouldn’t it be great to have enough down time for THAT MUCH popcorn?

Thanks to Aaron, Valerie, Melanie, Omar, Joe, Al, Tony, Emo, the nice staff at Johnny D’s, and everybody else who has ever had any down time or up time, ever.

Well, I think I thanked everybody there (including you, I hope!), but I forgot one thing: a video for this post.

How about this?

(Emo Philips, in a 1987performance at Harvard University, found here on YouTube)

* I’m assuming, here, that you are living in a region where you can go to a Starbucks, like me, to get a few minutes of down time.

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Day 638: Orange

When my 16-year-old son Aaron — who has naturally orange hair and whose favorite color is orange — was about seven years old,  his elementary school put on a talent show. Aaron did stand-up comedy, for the first time in his career (for a more recent appearance, see here).

I can’t recall Aaron’s entire routine (I have it on tape SOMEWHERE), but I do remember it included several knock-knock jokes, which he did not write.* The following knock-knock joke was part of his routine (and perhaps you’ve heard this one):

Aaron: Knock knock.

Audience: Who’s there?

Aaron: Banana.

Audience: Banana who?

Aaron: Knock knock.

Audience: Who’s there?

Aaron: Banana.

Audience:  Banana who?

Aaron: Knock knock.

Audience:  Who’s there?

Aaron:  Banana.

Audience:  Banana who?

Aaron: Knock knock.

Audience: Who’s there?

Aaron:  Orange.

Audience: Orange who?

Aaron: Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?

Orange you glad I’m writing a post about “orange”?

Orange you wondering why I’m writing this today? Whether you’re wondering, orange you assuming I’m going to tell you?

I’m writing this post today because:

  • Orange is a major color of fall/autumn, around these parts.
  • Somebody in a therapy session, yesterday, who is working on separating herself from toxic family members, quoted something a friend told her:

Expecting anything different and healthy from your family is like going to the hardware store and expecting to buy oranges.

  • Orange you aware that I probably have lots of photos on my iPhone with the color orange in them?


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That last photo shows some needlepoint by my late mother.

Orange I grateful for the family I have?

Finally, orange you wondering about anything in this post?  If you are, please knock-knock for an answer.

Thanks to orange people and orange things, everywhere, and to you — of course! — for all the colors you bring, today.

* By the way, Aaron did write his own knock-knock joke, soon after that. It went like this:

Aaron: Knock knock.

Audience: Who’s there?

Aaron: The town detective.

Audience:  The town detective who?

Aaron: I’ll be asking the questions around here.


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Day 600: Scary things

Hey!  I see by my post title that I am blogging for the 600th consecutive day!

Round numbers can seem important, and important things can seem scary, don’t you think?

Yes, this post is going to focus on “scary things.”  However, since I like balance, I’m assuming there will be “unscary things” here,  too.

Shall we get started?

Wait! Something’s missing.  For me, when something is missing, it’s often music.

Friends, bloggers, and country-people, lend me your ears* … for some scary background music.

My first scary-music choice is from The Blair Witch Project, a film that scared the bejeesus out of me.

If The Blair Witch Project isn’t your taste, how about music from The Shining?

(found here on YouTube)

How about “Tubular Bells” from The Exorcist?

One final warning: Those music choices will probably start with advertisements.**

Okay!  Without further ado, choices, or other types of stalling,** I hereby present:

Things That Have Scared Me

(in alphabetical order)

  1. Anger
  2. Babies
  3. Cruelty
  4. Doctors
  5. Expletives
  6. Films
  7. Germs
  8. Hospitals
  9. Injustice
  10. Justice systems
  11. Know-it-alls
  12. Loud noises
  13. Mistakes
  14. Neglect
  15. Onions
  16. Planes
  17. Quitting
  18. Rage
  19. Shame
  20. Technology
  21. Underestimating
  22. Violence
  23. Witches
  24. Xerox machines
  25. Youth-obsessed cultures
  26. Zoos

Things That Have Not Scared Me

(in alphabetical order)

  1. Aging
  2. Babies
  3. Cats
  4. Doctors
  5. Expletives
  6. Foreigners
  7. Giants
  8. Humans
  9. Insecurity
  10. Justice
  11. Knowledge
  12. Love
  13. Movies
  14. Needs
  15. Onions
  16. Public speaking
  17. Quiet
  18. Risk-taking
  19. Spiders
  20. Therapy
  21. Underworlds
  22. Violent weather
  23. Wicked (the musical)
  24. X-rays
  25. Youth
  26. Zoos

What do you think of these scary and unscary things? Don’t be scared of disagreement,** please.

Geesh!  That was scary!  I almost pressed the WordPress** “publish” button without including the image that inspired this whole post, to begin with.

Yesterday, when my bf Michael and I were on our first walk since my return home from Edinburgh, I saw this:



Thanks to Wikipedia**; to those who are scared or unscared by all the things mentioned in this post; to the creative people who score movies (scary and otherwise);  to lists** of scary things on the internet** (including this list); and to you, especially, because you don’t scare me!

*  Spending a week immersed in comedy at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe (see here, here, here, here, and here) has definitely had an effect on me. My thought, as I wrote “lend me your ears,” was this: “I’m glad Vincent Van Gogh is not alive to read this.”  Minds can be scary things, can’t they?

**  Another scary thing (that didn’t make the lists).

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Day 599: Signs, again

As I’m writing this — back home in Boston after a whirlwind 5-night visit to Edinburgh, Scotland with my 16-year-old son, Aaron — the room is very cool, with the windows open, at 6 AM.

Signs of the impending autumn in super-seasoned New England, USA?

We shall see.


Usually, before I publish a post, I check to see if I’ve used my title before. Yesterday, I didn’t bother to do that because

Because I didn’t check, yesterday, to see if I had used the title “Surprises” before …

…of course there WAS a post with that title: Day 463: Surprises. Coincidentally, that post was written at the end of my most recent trip/adventure (to NYC, with my friend Jeanette, right before I came down with a month-long bout with pneumonia).

Are there signs, there, of anything important?

We shall see. In the meantime, I’m reframing that whole I-Have-to-Title-Each-Post-Differently Rule, right now, as follows:

It doesn’t matter if I use the same title for a post, since my including the post number in each title automatically makes each one unique.

Phew!  One less thing to worry about, in my life.

Okay!  Time for some signs from the last week, during our round trip from Boston to Philadelphia to Edinburgh to Philadelphia to Boston. And, for this parade of pictures, I’m keeping some personal blogging rules/preferences in place, showing images you’ve not seen before, in order of appearance:

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I would like to explain some of those photos, at this point. That last shot shows the lovely Cynthia Levin a/k/a the scathing Linda Lovin, performing at Fingers Piano Bar with Ron Lynch (as described in yesterday’s post, here). The four pictures preceding that show my son, Aaron, performing on yet another Fringe stage, as he was invited to exchange places with the star of that extraordinarily inventive show — the incredible Dr Professor Neal Portenza.

Well, I have many things to do, now that I’m back home in the USA.  I will leave you with my last photo of the trip, taken yesterday in the Philadelphia airport:


Thanks to all those who create and read signs, to every single person who contributed to making this post possible,  and to you — of course! — for making the trip here, today.

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Day 598: Surprises

Today, my son Aaron and I are leaving Edinburgh, Scotland, flying on a couple of airplanes, and returning to our home near Boston, Massachusetts in the United States.

It’s been a wonderful trip. Which was not surprising, considering the wonderful times I had in Edinburgh, the two times I’ve visited before.

I don’t have a lot of time to blog this morning,  so I thought I would leave you with just a photo or two from yesterday’s adventures at the Fringe Festival in this fair city.

That number of photos may not be surprising, since the commitment I made to my readers was to post one photo a day while on my vacation.

I took a lot of photos yesterday, which was one of the best — and surprising — days my son or I have ever experienced, in our 16 and 61 years on this earth, respectively.

What was so great and surprising about yesterday?

For one thing, in an incredible coincidence, we ran into our favorite local comedian from our visit  last year to the Edinburgh Fringe — Tom Joyce — who just happened to be one of only four other people attending a fabulously funny performance of Cynthia Levin a/k/a Linda Lovin.

One of our quests, this year in Edinburgh, was to find Tom again. After searching for him on the internet and in person, we had decided this was an impossible dream. So, yesterday, when I heard Aaron gasp “Oh my gawd!” during Ms. Lovin’s performance yesterday, I realized whom he had spotted, in the first row.

Also appearing at Ms. Lovin’s performance yesterday was my comedy teacher from the 1980s and current Los Angeles comedy star — Ron Lynch.  THAT was not so surprising, since we met the lovely and hilarious Linda when she performed a couple of night’s ago at Ron’s nightly midnight show, here in Edinburgh.

It was also NOT surprising to see Ron there yesterday, since Aaron and I had planned to have dinner with him on our last night Edinburgh.

So, to review, it was no surprise to see Ron.  But it was a huge surprise to see Tom Joyce on our last full day, after Aaron and I had given up hope of finding Tom again (at least this year).

Then, Aaron and I experienced, in rapid succession, more surprises:

  • Tom remembered us from last year, including (1) my blog post about him and (2) the fact that Aaron had red hair then.
  • Ron offered Tom a spot on The Tomorrow Show this week because, Ron said, “I trust their recommendation.”
  • Ron offered my son Aaron, who has been doing open mic comedy in Boston for the past six months, a spot on last night’s Tomorrow show.


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Thanks to Aaron, Ron, Linda, Cynthia, Tom, and everybody else currently enjoying the extremely excellent city of Edinburgh. And — of course! — thanks to you, for any surprises you might bring or experience, today.

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