About 15 years ago, while I was the editor of a small daily newspaper in the northern end of California's Central Valley, I stumbled on the obvious: News, on the whole, is fairly grim.
That was a problem.
So I took it upon myself to try to remedy that great failing.
But what was there I could write a humor column about?Then came my epiphany. I had an enormous reservoir of material living within the walls of the asylum I called home.