In her life Mrs Linklater has hung out with some pretty funny people. There was Harold Ramis of Groundhog Day fame, who was in the same touring company as she at Second City, but doesn't seem to recognize her as as blond. She recently ran into him at her health club. "Hi, Harold, how's it going?" Long, blank "Is this a stalker?" stare. "Harold, it's me. . .Okay, nevermind."
There was John Swartzwelder, a former boyfriend, now writing funny stuff for the Simpsons, who asked her to wait at least six months before calling him back again, so he could save up some interesting things to talk about. She wishes she was making this up.
And now there is Dave Barry, the world's funniest humor columnist ever in the history of mankind, who has never met or dated Mrs. Linklater, so he has nothing to complain about.
But, along with those other funny people whose names she dropped like melons down an elevator shaft, Dave Barry has also left her building. Yes, after almost three decades, he has decided to quit writing his column. At least until he decides whether or not he wants to start writing it again.
And Mrs. Linklater is just devastated. In case you've been living in a comedy free zone the past few years, here is the first paragraph of his last column today. It's all you need.
Posted on Sun, Jan. 02, 2005 Miami Herald
The last word, for now; humorist gives jokes a rest
There comes a time in the life of every writer when he asks himself -- as Shakespeare, Tolstoy and Hemingway all surely asked themselves -- if he has any booger jokes left in him.
If the word "booger" made you laugh, then you and Dave and Mrs. Linklater have the same sense of humor.
And you can understand her pain.