An excerpt from the essay, Murder at Moose Lodge, in the recent Best Seller, “I’m OK, You’re a Pain in the Ass … a love story.”
For a time, I lived in San Francisco and performed with a theater company called, Murder, Inc. Our little troupe staged murder mysteries in restaurants, banquet halls, and fashionable homes along Pacific Heights. While waiters wearing comfortable shoes served gourmet dinners from silver platters, blood-spattered actors were discovered behind dessert carts or floating in toxic clam chowder -victims of random violence and dreadful acting..

I not only like what this two thousand year old dramatist had to say; I also love the guy’s name, it sounds funny and it’s fun to  say; Euripides. Euripides’ words are guaranteed to knock your socks off; therefore, I suggest duck taping your socks to your ankles before you read them: THE WISEST FOLLOW THEIR OWN DIRECTION. Another great man, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, uttered these gems, “The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.” Like misbehaving children, the branch of the Republican party that shut down the government should write FDR’s words on the blackboard five-hundred times..