I’ve been trying to figure out how God will get any work done with Robin Williams and Jonathan Winters in the same room. If you don’t get your prayers answered it’s because the angels are too busy rolling on the streets of gold with laughter to deliver your answer.

I was going to write tonight but then I heard of Robin Williams’ suicide and it gutted me. Just gutted me. I haven’t wanted to speak to anyone. I’ve skipped phone calls. I stood outside for a while and just recollected. Surprisingly, there was actually a lot for me to recollect.

Robin Williams has in roundabout ways influenced me all my life. I never met him but his work and people who have met him have found their way into my writing over the years. I remember learning something about timing from his standup show at the Met. Just this weekend…