From Uncle Vellanoff's Journal

Why Ask Me

          One topic of conversation that was common in all parts of the country and all levels of society was the weather.

    One time when we were playing in Seattle it had rained for a week. As often happened, we were invited to the home of a show-admirer. When we were sitting around the dining room table and conversation sort of lagged, I asked the young son, “Does it ever quit raining around here?”

    The kid said, somewhat belligerently, “How should I know, I’m only seven years old.”