I’ll be heading to Ann Arbor this evening, to soak up the sun, sand, and surf and to take part in a live “Wait, Wait” if there’s time.

WEMU’s website has decided to prepare for the event by posting an interview with li’l ol’ me. Reading it, I have to say that I still haven’t mastered the art of the email interview. What reads well in a correspondence comes across as pretty durn stilted in interview format, which one tends to read as a conversation. Hmmm. This has happened before. Oh well, “Live and fail to learn,” that’s what I always say.

It’s an interesting state. “Michigan” is a Sioux name, meaning “extra peninsula that looks like it should belong to someone else.” The State Bird is the Ford Focus and the official language is “1940’s Cinema Standard English,” which is why I’ve had to learn phrases like, “Say, dollface, gimme another cuppa joe, and shake a leg,” and the traditional greeting, “Put ‘er there, pal, what’s the rumpus?” Michigan, it should be noted, is in the Eastern Time Zone, even though geographically it looks like it should be on Central Time. The Michigan legislature decided to go with E.S.T. in 1925, in an attempt “to make Indiana feel perpetually tardy.”

Hopefully, I’ll be able to update you all from there. The natives tell me that they know a medicine man who can channel the internet.