I sat down to write my regular column today. I had some pithy observations about a wedding I attended over the summer. It had all the makings of a witty little number. And then the World Trade Center blew up and the world is a vastly different place since when I wrote my last column.
I got an e-mail from a friend who urged me to use my bully pulpit to the betterment of mankind. Dave Barry didn't write a humor column last week. He said "I don't want to write it, and you don't want to hear it."
I'm not a journalist. I've got nothing to add to the torrent of words, the saturation coverage of the horror, the outrage, the investigation, the criminal case, the cry for revenge, the battle call.
I'm just a guy who tries to add a little levity to the world at the rate of 800 words every two weeks. But for now, my pithy commentary is utterly without pith. I know we're supposed to get back to business, but somehow the drollery feels like drudgery. The New Yorker ran their lastest issue without cartoons. The editor said he "couldn't bear to publish talking dogs and psychiatrist jokes."
I'll save the levity for another time.
J.D. Smith can be reached @ www.lifesentence.net.