I Don't "Get" It - Got It?



One of my favorite things to do on a lazy summer afternoon is absolutely nothing. Okay, that is one of my favorite things to do on any afternoon. Or morning. Or evening. But there is something about summer that makes sloth guilt-free.

I just sit on the front porch and let my mind drift. Right now, it is drifting to the guy parking in front of my house.

What's he doing? The curb stretches up and down the street to the horizon in both directions, a veritable infinity of parking availability. Why does he have to park right there? Just because my car isn't there at the moment doesn't mean it won't be later.

If there are no other spots available except the one in front of someone's house, okay. But when there is all that other space, why park in front of somebody's house?

I just don't get it.

I also don't get the Tonys. In the first place, how did somebody sell a Broadway show about the Four Seasons? The Four ­Seasons? Why not the Hilton? Or the Radisson? Or the Holiday Inn?

'Scuse me for a second. What? You sure? Okay. The fact-check department just informed me that Jersey Boys is not a musical about the hotel chain, but about the 1960s pop group.

Even worse! At least if it were about a hotel, you might get to see some behaviors that I can only allude to - and, even then, only vaguely, like I am doing now. But the Four Seasons pop group? This is an idea that the guy in The Producers who wanted to lose money would have come up with. And, as with Springtime for Hitler, Jersey Boys has become an enormous hit.

I just don't get it.