By Christopher Munroe
“Enough of this silliness!!!” She shouted, tears of rage streaming down her face, and on some level I knew that she was right.
The time for silliness, truly, was at an end.
I put down the beanbags I’d been juggling, stepped down from my unicycle, removed my wig and bright red nose, and stepped to the podium…
“My father,” I told the assembled crowd, “died too soon, and his loss affected everyone in this room. But, and I think all who truly knew him would agree, I believe if he were with us now, he would have enjoyed this bit…”