(Moderator's note: We began as an in-person get-together group that met in a pizza restaurant in San Francisco. Later, the restaurant gave our group's customary table to somebody else, so we went online at another table on a listserver. Again, our customary table there was just given to someone else. So we're all hiding out here now. Until someone rats us all out again or we all get sold-out and Shanghaied again. Or maybe they were just getting nervous or something. What're they worried about anyway? I don't know why anyone doesn't have a sense of humor anymore. What's their problem?)
Remembering Mike Bass
A sad day in Laughtown
Michael Bass: 1733-2004
He was a saint and inspiration to us all:
His limericks reminded me so much of J. David Williams Ph.D. who used to head our National Council on Stuttering back in the 80's. His wife once told me about how much she really appreciated his stuttering during his vows at the wedding because it meant he was taking the whole thing seriously.
"Laughtown will never be the same" commented one teary-eyed