I would normally be posting another of my Christmas stories tonight, but I think I will share what has become a holiday tradition for me. I didn’t write it, but I damn sure wish I had.
If you’re not familiar with David Sedaris, you should be. He’s what, back in the day, would have been called a “humorist”. That is to say, he writes funny things—essays, mostly—which are generally true and offers some universal truth about who he is, who we are, and what life is all about. He writes about his family, about living in France, and about such simple activities as taking a class in foreign language and traveling overseas.
I came across this piece a few years ago on audio and loved it (“Youth in Asia” is another excellent one) and so I was thrilled when, earlier this year, I found it available on YouTube in the audio version. So, instead of posting one of my stories tonight, I give you David Sedaris’s “Six to Eight Black Men”, read by the author at Carnegie Hall.
It’s Christmas related. I promise.