It’s late August 1997 and my daughter was about six weeks old…and not sleeping at night. Any and all adrenaline that I might have had has long been spent. In this stage of the new kid game she might as well be 10 years old. People don’t want to hear about your troubles; "Just suck it up and do what ya gotta do." So in a rare moment of compassion, I volunteer to take our daughter downstairs and try to have her fall asleep on my chest while I lay out on the couch watching TV…her tiny hands with the strength of the Incredible Hulk pulling the hairs out of my chest.
It’s about 3AM and I put the TV on, thinking I’ll have a choice of either “Modern Farmer” or “Davey and Goliath.” But actually the news is on. There’s been a fatal accident and it’s someone very important. It’s Princess Diana. Then what I hear next completely stuns and confuses me. The reporter is explaining what happened.
As it turns out, Lady Di was in a car, and Pavarotti was chasing her on a motorcycle and...Caused the Crash! I’m watching this in total disbelief. I’m thinking to myself, “What would that fat guy be doing on a motorcycle chasing Lady Di, had he lost his mind? I could have sworn I had just seen Pavarotti on 60 Minutes a couple of months ago. He had just gotten married and his singing career was in great shape…what could have gone wrong? Go figure…Show Biz People!
After a while I go back upstairs and break the news to my wife. She has an incredulous look on her face and asks to smell my breath.
Well as we’re all aware, Pavarotti was found innocent,…and what the hell is a “Paparazzi” anyway?
I love how the confusion of words makes for humor. thanks
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