Canceled Easter Parade?
My earliest memory of Easter was that of my grandfather, Phil, telling his favorite joke. He’d regale perfect strangers. “They canceled the holiday,” he’d chuckle, “they found the body.” In the early 1950s it was considered blasphemous to mock organized religion in any way, shape, or form. Guess what? It still is.
Precisely why it gives me so much pleasure to tell his joke to as many people as I can, each year about this time. To paraphrase a line from A Thousand Clowns, you’ve got to goose the world every now and again to prove that you’re a human being, not a chair.
