Pete Mahon drew up a list of people who might’ve had me whacked. I have to say, the list was a little too long for me to find funny.
Though maybe not whacked, some of you figured since I share infections and lancing and colonoscopies and bad moods with you that I must indeed be dead. Which made some people go all Irish Wake on me. The presumptuous joy and laughter in some corners was a little disconcerting. Mom, really?
For those in the don’t- know, an Irish wake is when laughs take over for grief and sorrow when people gather to remember somebody who’s just passed on, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, chased his chips, or just plain croaked.
Anyway, I’m not dead but this column is. And so is my tenure at The Wave.
Ooooh, that was a little abrupt. But I’m not sure how else to break that sad news (for me!) but yep, it’s adios amigos — so if you were joyous over a one week absence you can start the parade now.
You see, when I first came back to The Wave I called myself the “interim editor” and now I’m changing it to former editor. There were things that couldn’t be worked out so it’s time to sail off. Destination unknown.
So many of you have been loyal readers and thankfully “got me” which as you know, not everybody does — though that line, which helped me write a column, did give me a chuckle: That Kevin Boyle, I just don’t get him.
Now, nobody will! I’m off to the happy hour ferry. Anyway, thank you all. Although many of you made me cringe with compliments I appreciated them all.
And though I usually pull an Irish exit when it’s time to go I couldn’t just bolt without saying thanks for reading and fighting for Rockaway. It’s been fun. And don’t worry you’ll still have Movie Scope and Larry Penner letters.