Bob's Corner
From our weekly issue dated February 25, 2009
This was the issue in which Publisher Bob was going to recount his FAMI (First Admitted Myocardial Infarction) that knocked him on his rear 10 years ago. But instead this week I offer the following tongue-in-cheek essay on cliches, written by the late journalism teacher, John B. Bremner:
“Busy as a beaver all day, he was as tired as a dog when he hit the hay last night. He thought he would fall into the arms of Morpheus and sleep like a log, but his pad was cold as ice, and he tossed and turned and didn’t sleep a wink.
“Well, to cut a long story short, in the wee small hours he hit the deck like a bolt from the blue to get himself a hair of the dog to warm the cockles of his heart, but, as luck would have it, this was more easily said than done because he was fresh out of what the doctor ordered.
“Make no bones about it, he was really over a barrel. Little did he think he would be without the necessary. He was in a pretty kettle of fish, it goes without saying. Rather than open a new can of worms, he threw in the sponge without further ado and hit the sack to await Old Sol and another day, another dollar.
“It was too funny for words, needless to say.”
Perhaps next issue I’ll belabor the FAMI. If I have the heart for it.
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