Berke Breathed was still in his thirties when he drew
a semi-autobiographical Bloom County cartoon wherein
his nose fell off due to some inherent decrepitude. I
have no doubt that the sentiment was truly heartfelt
but I thought he was moaning rather self-piteously
for someone still in the relatively fulsome bloom of
As for me, the
year 2010 will be best remembered as the year my nose
fell off. Not literally, though I've definitely
stopped believing that I am immortal. I'm now more immortal-ish.
I'll spare you the gory details but, frankly, I'm surprised
this long without the need
or live-in nurses to get me through the day. I'm happy
to report that I can still prepare my own gruel, cut
up my own meat and
own butt, thank you very much.
No matter. I'm not near as frightened by what Ma Nature
has in store for me in 2011 as the Republican Congress.
Bring it on.