Week 99 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week Ralph Kramden
"You know something, sweetheart? Christmas is... well, it's about the best time of the whole year. When you walk down the streets, even for weeks before Christmas comes, and there's lights hanging up, green ones and red ones. Everybody's walking home, you can hardly hear a sound. Bells are ringing, kids are singing, the snow is coming down. And boy what a pleasure it is to think that you've got some place to go to. And that the place that you're going to, there's somebody in it that you really love . . . someone you’re nuts about. And they’re nuts about you.”
When Simon & Garfunkel sang, "Search for America," this lovely sentiment was an advertisement for the blue pill that I could take to stop the incessant noticing of how much this wasn't America. Oh, believe me, I always wished it were, but not enough to take that pill. Instead, I drank.
And you're so damned happy you say, "One of these days, Pow! Right in the kisser!"
Archetypal days.