All this talk about the late George Carlin is well and good, but when all is said and done, jazz singer Peggy Farrell, and not Carlin, will emerge as the supreme comedian of our time.
Yesterday my friend Gary called Peggy to invite her over to his house. Peggy told him she was sorry, but she was out of town.
Gary asked where she was.
"I'm in Williamsville," Peggy said.
That is the truth. Gary couldn't believe it. "Uh, Peggy," he said. "Williamsville is not out of town? Williamsville is 10 minutes away?" Well, I don't know if he said that. I do not know how you would start reasoning out that situation.
Peggy is one of those West Siders displaced because of the falling livery stable, a subject we chewed on a couple of days ago. I think there could be something in the air over there. Maybe something in that crumbling brick.
Anyway, I will have to quiz Peggy about what she was thinking.
She gets back into town on Wednesday.