I was transcribing our man of local color's profound words -- Life is too short to spend it wearing brown and black -- when I was possessed by Michael Jackson, grabbed my crotch, moonwalked, wrote the headline and wished very fervently I looked like Diana Ross. Just like the King of Pop, I got some complaints from the neighbors.
Dude was working spring along with another job on his way to becoming an economist. His future is-- wait for it....rosy. A-thankyou, you've been great.