As most know, my birthday is six minutes before April Fools Day and finding something politically appropriate (read not racist or designed to marginalize )  nowadays is becoming exceedingly hard. Thus I was overjoyed to plagiarize this from my Facialpage. Rebecca with the longest name in California put up the idea we should dig a hole in our back yard at night and thus elicit the consternation of our neighbors and maybe even get our pictures in the news. This is good. Most of us go through a long dull period between confirmation and marriage. An equally long time usually ensues from then until the obituary. Thus it’s always refreshing to see your cheerful  countenance  staring back at you in the local section on page three with the shiny bracelets on (in front).

Since the only interest I’d provoke digging in my back yard would be from the horse wondering if it involved food, I’ll be forced to do this in the back yard of one of my empty rental properties. Finding noble endeavors that are harmless on April Fools is almost becoming a fool’s errand. All the good pranks have been used. The pink, plastic Walmart flamingos are old hat. Writing in your neighbor’s front lawn with undiluted Roundup? Booooring.  The real estate sign out front with  a ridiculous $29,995.00 price (private financing available) ? Very passé. This is new material. Thank you, Rebecca.

Make plenty of noise, too.

Five years from now for the final bang.