On October 20, 2012, a child of but 22-days old passed away at Lurie Children’s Hospital in Chicago, IL. He was a native of Iowa, from a city just outside my wife Lydia’s hometown of Moulton.
When your big brother is a dog, all will be well in your world.
I had my first nightmare in 1979. I was 10 years old. It took me somewhere in the neighborhood of an hour to calm down, and no matter what evil dreams I’ve had over the years, that moment remained the benchmark for horrific thoughts. Until October 20th, 2012.
There are many reasons I am a comedian and not a singer, but the main two are: My shitty singing voice and my inability to carry a tune.
That said, it’s good to know that I’m good for one thing: causing sneezes.