One of my former bosses at the Ledger-Enquirer — whom I, with fond affection, called “Pork Chop” — kept trying to get me to watch some HBO show called “Curb Your Enthusiasm.” At the time, I didn’t even have HBO and barely watched any TV that wasn’t sports or news. (Yes, kids, there was a time when there were news channels that told you what was happening in the world instead of offering perpetual punditry.)
I declined, but Pork Chop insisted: “No, you don’t understand! This guy is you! You have to see it.”
“The bald Jewish millionaire behind ‘Seinfeld’ is just like me, huh? Yeah sure.”
But Pork Chop and her husband finally brought in a stack of DVDs from the first few seasons of the show, and, sure enough, he was in many, many ways … me. Although, at the time, I had way better hair. Now, we’re getting more similar on that battle front, as well.
Larry and I agree on many issues — such as pretentiousness, politics, social norms, societal obligations, golf, political correctness, etc. And we definitely agree on avoiding small talk, which is the subject of this week’s column in the Ledger-Enquirer, linked below.