Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then.
God writes a lot of comedy... the trouble is, he's stuck with so many bad actors who don't know how to play funny.
Welcome to Lake Wobegon, where all the women are strong, all the men are good-looking, and all the children are above average.
I write for a radio show that, no matter what, will go on the air Saturday at five o'clock central time. You learn to write toward that deadline, to let the adrenaline pick you up on Friday morning and carry you through, to cook up a monologue about Lake Wobegon and get to the theater on time.