Came across this gem as I was unpacking. I bought this book when I was 14 at a flea market in Charlottesville. I remember Lucy and I huddled around it, reading it over and over again, laughing and snorting. I’d like to think a large proportion of my sense of humor can be attributed to Jack Handey—at least the funny part. Here’s a thought:
I think a new, different kind of bowling should be “carpet bowling.” It’s just like regular bowling, only the lanes are carpet instead of wood. I don’t know why we should do this, but my God, we’ve got to try something!
There are few things I will miss more about New York than my walk to work every morning.
