Every so often, I ask myself in the wee small hours of the morning, “Why am I doing this?”
And then, I hear a deep voice echo back, “Because you’re on television, dummy.”
And I say, “Hey, no, sorry, not me, I haven’t been on TV in a while, you’ve got me confused with Howard Beale.”
And the voice says, “Whoops, sorry. Let me check my notes– because by doing all this, you’re going to be on television…?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Ummm… you want to be famous?”
“Eh. Not particularly, no.”
“Dang. You sure you don’t want fame? There’s an opening on CNN now.”
“No thanks.”
“Fox?”
“Yuck. Pass.”
“MSNBC?”
“How is that going to make me famous?”
“All right, all right. I think there was a screw-up at Central. Let me check in, and I’ll be back in a jif.”
“Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. Well, maybe the diner, but that’s just down the road, you can find me there.”
“Hey, diner. I could use a good cup of coffee.” And then it gets quiet again, and the cats look at me funny.
Maybe I’ll figure it out later.