First this: your captions were awesome. WELL PLAYED! Thank you. Ken Cannon had a grand time reading them, and he says thank you, too.
And now that: so the column I did on Mike Lee has kind of taken off. At least by my very modest standards. I mean, I'm happy if I get 50 likes on facebook and a handful of comments when something gets posted online. I've gotten a bit more attention than that this time around. My brother called last night to ask how this makes me feel, and I said it's been fun to be Robert Kirby for a day. I even celebrated by eating a coconut cupcake.
Some of my favorite responses include one where a reader wrote that the coach's daughter just gave Mike Lee a verbal spanking. And another told me it was my own fault I didn't go to the park because THE PARKS BELONG TO THE PEOPLE and alls I had to do was kick down the barricades--to which I can only say, dude. I'm not Rambo.
Somebody else also told me to stop saying dude.
This all make me smile. And you know what makes me smile the most? I figured out how to use the phrase "can of whoop-ass" in a sentence. In the paper.
Talked to Lisa B. this morning. Life is good today.