On Whistling
...one proposes a rousing rendition of Dixie, or some other such song which requires whistling? What if I’m called upon to solo? Such personal imperfections really define me as a person, since I’m truly sub-par at almost everything I do. I would not suggest you admit me to your school, but hey, you’re the admissions officer. Once when I was four or maybe five, I watched a movie in which a dozen or so smartass deer got to thinking they would walk, talk, and act like humans. The only thing I remember from this Godawful story is that the Dad ran away when he knocked up the Mom, and the Mom got shot, most likely by her dealer. It was a good movie. Watching these movies when I was little had a profound impact on me. My generation didn’t have rules, because...