My Uncle Bill
My wife and I were rolling on the floor last night. We got an email from my favorite uncle, Bill. It was either just an attempt at dry dry humor or a sincere cry for help and attention.
He spent several paragraphs spelling out the duration and effect of a 2 hour rainstorm in Houston. Shortly thereafter was a step by step plan for how to get to and proctor an exam at the college where he teaches. From memory: Put tests in briefcase. Take briefcase and novel. Hand out exams. Sit.
His note was well written but was painful to read. I am almost positive that humor was his intent. Why can't they come up to visit more often, I miss the hard hitting interplay (it keeps my brain going).