This is serious.
THE MEMO LEFT ME REELING. It was from Mopar Action HQ on the 10th floor. The short, terse directive informed me that I had used up my allotted jokes and smart remarks in my Editor’s Notes for the year, and couldn’t resume my wayward ways until the February 2021 issue if, indeed, I would still be employed by then. What to do? I seldom panic about anything. I see some folks wringing their hands or taking tranquilizing meds over what’s happening due to the Kung-Flu virus and the general unravelling in the world at this time. Then there’s brother Kim and his sister ratcheting up North Korea’s nuke threats. And what’s up with Iran and the Rooskies doesn’t bode well for a good night’s sleep, either. Me? Doesn’t raise my pulse rate…