Tuesday, January 04, 2011
The danger of birthdays with an '0'
You want to know what's dangerous in our neighborhood?
Birthdays ending in a zero, that's what. This was the scene late this afternoon next door. As you can tell, Laura turned 40.
People think Omaha is this boring white-bread place full of boring white-bread white people. This may be so.
But I would like you to consider the notion that this is just a disguise. Something to throw the rest of America off balance.
I would like you to consider that, beneath the rubber masks and makeup -- beneath the carefully constructed cover stories and meticulous impersonations of this country's stereotype of the average Midwesterner -- lies a city of 430,000 severely warped individuals.
The brassieres as tree ornaments, I thought, were a particularly nice touch. Then again, I'm a boob man.
I THINK much of the block was waiting for Laura to come home from work today. I know I was.
As she stood there, stunned, the family crowded around to take the obligatory pictures of the devastation. I yelled over that I wouldn't say a word, being that I get to turn 50 this year.
At this point, Laura's dad -- Did I mention he lives across the street? -- inquired as to when that was, exactly.
"I'm not telling you," I replied.
And I'm not. It's bad enough that my severely warped wife and friends have that information. God help me.