It's time to embrace bozo-hood — and each other

Sandpoint is full of bozos. I don't mean jerks — I mean, instead of getting mad at each other, people here used to try not to take things so seriously — like clowns. We made fun of other people (and ourselves.) but we weren't mean. Then everybody laughed.

Remember when we got the police to arrest one of the spelling bee contestants because she was an “illegal alien?” (She spoke a half-dozen foreign languages and could outspell all of us. No fair.) Did you know the gal whose friend went to Antarctica and the gal made a video of herself taking all of the money out of her friend's bank account and giving it to local charities? The bank was in on the gag. Her friend laughed. What else could she do? She was in Antarctica.

Then there was that day in church when the choir was coming down the aisle, and just as the last choir member passed the third row of pews, an old lady who had Alzheimer's said very loudly, "He's too fat." It was almost impossible no to laugh out loud, but nobody did, even the choir member. I never saw everybody in church smile at the same time before.