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"We’d be sitting around in the evening watching the TV…. And — one of
those happy times for us — we’d watch the show and we’d be cracking
up. Who? Well, me of course. My mother, ALWAYS, too; she had a great
sense of humor. My sister almost always would be there, too, and
laughing so hard…. And my older sister, Mary Ann, why she’d be just
as much in hysterics…. We would be light-hearted, happy, laughing,
grateful for the gift of this comedian and the temporary lifting of the
ordinary drudgery and darkness or meanness of our lives that this
comedian was providing.
Then, from the corner seat, my Dad, bowl of ice cream in his lap,
and making his way methodically through it, smack in the middle of an
uproar of our hilarity:
"That SHIT!" — like a bowling ball at us, right down the center of
the alley….STRIKE! All pins of mirth down. That’s 10 for starters,
for you, Dad, and you’ve still got another roll.
OK, Dad, you’re really on a roll. That’s another strike. 10 pins of
mirth still down. Geez, Dad, it’s only the first frame, and you’re
already bowling 20 plus the next two rolls in the next frame.
Uh, oh, the show continues, and we just can’t help ourselves
because this routine on TV we’ve seen many times; and it’s always a
riot. Oh, my God, yes, this time it is too. It’s funny, yes; oh the
faces he makes; he’s a freaking genius of expression, no doubt, making
us roar just with those incredible larger than life ways he’s able to
move his rubbery face, saying with each expression more than a thousand
words could. We’re cracking up, but then he’s also making us a little
sad. It’s the tramp routine, and you know the guy is lonely and sad,
but he’s trying to be "above" it and to actually still be giving to
others, or to poor hurt birdies in this park….
So we’re laughing, and then we’re feeling sad, a tear comes to my
eye, for sure, and I feel a welling up in my chest. There’s such a
beauty in people, even when they’re down and out. Yea, he’s telling the
truth about people in this skit; he’s making us aware not to judge
people on the clothes they wear or the money in their bank account, but
on their heart. It’s perfect; pure genius. And he’s a beautiful person
too; so gentle and caring… and funny" is all going through me, welling
up about the beautiful poingnancy, and also the sad tragedy, of
life…tear beginning its journey down the cheek…."
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