Lia and I went to a live taping of one of the great radio shows of our time, Wait Wait … Don’t Tell Me!, in Durham last week. It was terrific! Anytime Bobcat Goldthwait kicks the night off with an Eric Von Zipper joke, you know you’d better buckle up. Amiright?!
The show was very funny, or course, and it was neat to hear the changes from live show to finished show a day and a half later. It was almost two hours live, edited down to about 50 minutes for the final product. Very cool.
Joe spent the night at his Nana & Papa’s place. It was the first night he’s been away from both of us in years, but we all survived. I probably took it the hardest – my little Anthony Fremont. And any stop in Fayetteville means cousins.
Papa put dry ice in the bird bath. I tried to think of a ridiculous story why, but couldn’t. He just had some dry ice, and he put it in the bird bath.
Joe connecting with Papa through the screen.