Latent Comedy

In the 1950’s, similar to the Beverly Hillbillies, my grandparents left the Ozark Mountains with a carload of kids for the land of fruits and nuts… California. Their journey was slightly different than that of the Clampetts, however, as they didn’t strike oil. In fact, my grandparents probably lost a whole lot of oil on narrow and undulating Route 66. They didn’t settle in a Beverly Hills mansion, either. Instead, my grandparents paid $8,000 for a 1,000 square foot starter…

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The climber is nearing the summit, steps shortening, breaths deepening, legs burning, vision narrowing. Ever so close to the destination, he can almost reach out and touch it! This final quarter mile has been challenging, however, with too-many-to-count rest breaks. He thinks back to his youth, a time when he muttered those familiar, oft-spoken words from the back seat of the car during an all-day trip, “Are we there yet?” Sir Edmund Hillary scaling Everest? No, Marcus Armstrong nearing the…

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