Not to give too much away, but this week’s Frazz series really does turn out well Saturday. The whole series was done with good intentions – I’m not a mean guy, I love my country and I believe strong institutions and ideals only get stronger when questioned. But upon further review, as the refs say, my strategy was ham-fisted to say the least. Good stories get better when an uncomfortable middle sets up a happy ending, but I have to admit a week was an awfully long time to expect everybody to squirm.
A perfect world really isn’t very interesting to write or read about. In my idea of the right level of imperfection, when someone says something outrageous it’s a prelude to a little bit of education for the outrageous one. This week the outrageous one was supposed to be Caulfield, but it turns out it was me.
I do apologize, sincerely and without conditions. I promise not to quit trafficking in questions and outrageousness. But next time I go messing with rockets’ red glare, I’ll be a little more careful lest I blow off what fingers I have left.
Hey, readers –
It’s Jef. And I’m apologizing.
Not to give too much away, but this week’s Frazz series really does turn out well Saturday. The whole series was done with good intentions – I’m not a mean guy, I love my country and I believe strong institutions and ideals only get stronger when questioned. But upon further review, as the refs say, my strategy was ham-fisted to say the least. Good stories get better when an uncomfortable middle sets up a happy ending, but I have to admit a week was an awfully long time to expect everybody to squirm.
A perfect world really isn’t very interesting to write or read about. In my idea of the right level of imperfection, when someone says something outrageous it’s a prelude to a little bit of education for the outrageous one. This week the outrageous one was supposed to be Caulfield, but it turns out it was me.
I do apologize, sincerely and without conditions. I promise not to quit trafficking in questions and outrageousness. But next time I go messing with rockets’ red glare, I’ll be a little more careful lest I blow off what fingers I have left.
Thanks for reading.