I have two new men in my life, Bud and Lou, yes, named after Bud Abbott and Lou Costello, and they too, could take their act on the road.
The only difference is, they’re Irish Setters rather than paid comedians, though they are in my opinion, just as funny. If they could only talk they’d do a great…
Who’s on First.
I see them most mornings, rather, they see me, darting through the darkness like two auburn lights, one with a yellow ball, the other, bright green. All legs, clumsy as colts, chasing each other, chasing me as I attempt to run home.
One blocks me, while the other gooses my rear hoping I’ll play a quick game of catch, which I do, while their aging father sits on a bench calmly smoking his pipe.
After a few impromptu meetings, knowing their names, I say, “Are you a big Abbott and Costello fan?”
He looks at me, pipe in play, and says, “Now that was a stupid question.”
Hey, it’s 6 a.m. pal , and you can just…
No, I didn’t say that, nor clock him with my sneaker, Bud and Lou, true rodeo clowns, more than making up for their dad’s casual curtness.
I’ve certainly grown, now haven’t I?