The Skeeter Daddle Diaries

Well, it’s that time again.  No, not the semi-eternal elections….  Skeeter’s  going to take a break from American politics and head up into the Great White North, see for himself how you can live life without a 24/7 intravenous infusion of news centered around innuendo and bombast.  Oh, I know I’ll return a week behind the curve ball, dazed and confused as a Rip Van Winkle stumbling out of the Canadian tundra into the electron glare of instant news reports.  But with any luck I’ll have a newfound distance from the candidates’ latest Twitter feed.  And I can always count on you left-behinders to fill me in on important developments.  That, or I’ll mosey into the Diner for a cup of their signature coffee, the one that tastes like the dregs of last night’s pot reheated and simmered to perfection.  You won’t hurry through a cup of that syrupy concoction.  And you won’t need refills.  Unless you’re a hopeless caffeine addict like the rest of us down there, the kind who would spoon up instant dried coffee and wash it down with a glass of water.

So enjoy the break from the caffeinated musings of a man who always says too much, too often.  Or, as a critic pointed out recently in a moment of alcoholic honesty at a recent art gallery opening, comparing these so-called comic sketches to another artist’s growing list of novels :  you’re too hard to read.

A lesser man might have taken this as a slight or even as a slam.  But Skeeter, of course, took in stride.  If necessary, he said, read em twice.  Course, with this Canadian hiatus, she’ll have a golden opportunity.

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