Okey, people. Sweet Thursday was the sequel to Cannery Row by John Steinbeck. Of course, West of Weedpatch is my homage to Steinbeck. Soon to be a major motion picture. East of Eden, The Brothers Karamazov, War and Peace, Moby Dick, Infinite Jest, Quicksilver, Swann’s Way, The Catcher in the Rye, Be Not Content, The Man in the High Castle, Middlemarch, Wuthering Heights, The Bible (King James Version), The Great Gatsby, Kafka on the Shore, and The Big Sleep, are all books that I have read, and that I will pay homage to in my new book, that I am starting today, and that has a title but for security purposes, I can’t reveal it yet. Because then I would have to . . . Just joking. Really, these days it is no longer funny, because it is becoming a daily occurence.
So, anyway. Moving on. I have been ill, lo, these many weeks. Months even. I have a light cold but not enough to stop me. After what I have been through, it is nothing. Also, the weather is so hot in the summer. I was anxious for the fall. Come on, autumn. Finally it has arrived, but I hear that it is only going to last a while. Coffee break is over, back on your heads, as joke number 47 goes. No wonder when I said 47 at the retired comedian’s home, I didn’t get any laughs. And no, it wasn’t my timing. Take my wife — PLEASE!
2 Corinthians walked into a bar.
Enough of this tomfoolery. Bonus if you can identify who it was exactly who spells OK this way: Okey? It is a clue to the secret title of my monumental work of staggering proportions that is now in the pipeline, headed your way.
Then Amos answered Amaziah, “I am no prophet, nor a prophet’s son; but I am a herdsman, and a dresser of sycamore trees, and the Lord took me from following the flock, and the Lord said to me, `Go, prophesy to my people Israel.’