there were several
comedic as well
as electrical and social
miscalculations. ‘it’s
new year’s eve,’ herb
insisted, in his usual
performative upbeat
fashion. he was always
good at emphasizing
the obvious. ‘do
you have any
resolutions?’
‘yeah,’ this
response came
from margaret—
the person with
whom herb was
infatuated, always
and obviously had
been; she was,
in fact, even when
he was doing his
routine, no doubt
keenly aware that
his focus never strayed
from her—‘revolution.’
sandy, a maudlin comic,
who’d just delivered
her two or three
bits onstage before
the current performer—
not that anyone would
have remembered
her routine or anything
about it, even by now, really—
giddily proclaimed ‘it’s new
year’s eve!’ she, too, was
always effervescent in
her emphasis of the
obvious. ‘do you
guys have any
resolutions?’
what folks never
realized is that
she was never
quite as ditzy
as she generally
appeared to be.
‘yeah,’ this one
from margaret,
and as if she was
a month ahead of
everyone (groundhog’s
day, to be precise),
her response remained,
‘revolution.’
