Happy Birthday to James Thurber!

Born this day in 1894 in Columbus, Ahia,  Thurber, in my humble opinion, was quite possibly the funniest American writer of all time.   In fact, I would rank him above Twain simply because, while Twain was biting and satirical, Thurber was insane.  Or, as he put it himself, “Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.”

Perhaps I will celebrate this evening by digging out “The Dog That Bit People,” one of the stories of the collection entitled My Life and Hard Times, a book I cannot read on the metro because people look at me and my helpless reactions to it with such alarum.