Not a lot of great birthdays today. About the only one of note is George Carlin, the great comedian. I loved Carlin growing up, and, apropos of yesterday's comments on Petticoat Junction, I still find myself saying some of his lines. For instance, at spring Little League games where it looks like the sun is going down before we can finish the 7 innings, I often find myself saying, to some blank looks from my 13 and 14 year-old team, "Forecast for tonight.... dark! Changing to widely scattered light in the morning."
Here, in fact, is the Hippy-Dippy Weatherman: