Tim Russell: These are the good years for Barb and me. We're doing our taxes, and so we bought a new shredder. And it feels good. I've been shredding all sorts of things. End-of-year statements. Barb's collection of panflute dvds. And then one night I was sleepwalking and I shredded our wedding album. We were married back in the 70's and I wore a two-toned jacket and enormous aviator glasses and a Caucasian afro. So, these were pictures the world does not need to see. Barb went on a three-day juice fast to cleanse her system. And she got dizzy and slipped on a rug, and hit her head. And for an hour or so she thought she was back in college. She thought I was her English professor and she begged me for an extension on her paper, and I said, 'No, I don't think so', and 'Really, I can't do that, if I did it for one, I'd have to do it for everybody', and finally I gave in. It was fun. We should be happy. But then one day I was down in the basement sorting old snorkels, and Barb came down looking flushed and excited. -- Barb, are you ok? You look different.
Sue Scott: Let's take the bikes out, Jim. Let's pump up the tires, pack some granola bars, download a Neil Young CD on our ipods and go for a bike ride.
TR: Barb. There's snow on the ground.
SS: Oh, come on, Jim, spring is coming-get excited.
TR: I can't.
SS: No? How can you not like spring? It's the season of renewal--
TR: It's the season of mud. It's the season of income taxes, when the do-gooder liberals take the skin off us to pay for their utopian schemes, to make everybody the same.
SS: You've been listening to Rush Limbaugh again, haven't you?
TR: And Spring leads to summer, which I hate.
SS: How can you hate summer?
TR: It's hot. There are bugs. I get sweaty and clammy. Sunburnt. I don't look good in shorts. I think I'm gonna just hunker down here in the basement until September.
SS: Huh????
TR: Interesting stuff down here, Barb. Old National Geographics I haven't read. Old Playboys. And somewhere under all that stuff, there is a billiard table.
SS: Jim, I wonder if you've been getting enough ketchup.
TR: What about ketchup?
SS: Ketchup contains natural mellowing agents that help you enjoy spring for what it is. A season that turns into summer, then fall. It's not forever, So appreciate it while it's here.
Rich Dworsky (SINGS):
These are the good times,
Of spiritual blessing.
The flowers blooming
Poetry expressing
Life is flowing
Like ketchup in French dressing.
GK: Ketchup, for the good times
RD: Ketchup, ketchup