My brother made the Phyllis Glass joke 50 years ago, and embarrassed me because I really had no idea what he was teasing me about. He suggested I become a bartender and marry a fellow named Glass.
Now as I travel through this American life, I find myself strangely attracted to Ira Glass.
If that's not an excuse for a blog from still another someone who thinks she has something to say, I don't know what is.
