Limericks Bring Us

Down Closer to Earth

I know. I should be putting my shoulder to the sustenance of the general Democratic jubilation. And I would be — if not for the fact that I have lost my phone and banged up my car. And I have failed to track down a profoundly unsympathetic anecdote told by Lyndon Johnson that I had in mind sending out to Donald Trump. The anecdote ends, “Podner, it looks like this just ain’t your day.” Podner as in cowboy prounciation of Partner. Anybody know the one I mean?

It’s a rough one. I swear I heard LBJ himself tell it, as recorded in his library’s telephone archives. But I can’t find it in my notes or online.

And did I mention that I have lost my phone and banged up my car?

Sometimes, however lightsome might be the pretty-darn-close-to-progressive mood, there are grounds for grouch.

So.