George Carlin is dead. I wasn't the biggest fan of the final products, but appreciated the depth of his work. Instead of recalling, a bit of wordsmithery from my own life.
On my way back from Beaumont Sunday, I saw a sign at a church that read,
"WHAT'S MISSING INSIDE OUR CH CH?
I passed by leaving the void.
Then, less than an hour I saw a sign reading,
"WELCOME TO WHATAB GER.
I stopped and got a burger. My void was filled.