Whimsy

When I first heard the term “Hot-Desking” I’m a little embarrassed to tell you what I thought it referred to. Let’s just say it sounded like using office furniture for a purpose neither God nor Herman Miller had intended it.

Using my local U.S. Post Office’s drive-through to drop in a letter or bill has turned ugly.

May is just around the corner and if the weather holds, the month will bring with it an escalation of outdoor activities such as awkward company picnics, spectator-sport sunburns, rafting catastrophes and pickleball injuries.

“Let Children Get Bored. It’s Good for Them,” advises a headline and subsequent article in the weekly science section of the New York Times.

New data is confirming what most of us have long suspected: people who deal in “funny”—as writers, comedians, artists or just appreciative consumers—often live longer lives than those who don’t.

“ALL HANDS ON DECK!”—The horrified cry heard at the marina after some very drunk rich guys set off fireworks from the hold of their yacht to describe the visual outcome.

I like to think of myself as being somewhat open-minded (detractors would say somewhat empty-headed). Yet, try as I might, I’ve never understood the lure of these adrenalin-igniting activities: mountain climbing, sky-diving, racecar driving…