"I am the world's worst salesman. Therefore, I must make it easy for people to buy." — F. W. Woolworth "Art is making something out of nothing and selling it." — Frank Zappa No item truly sells itself any more than a story writes itself, but sometimes circumstances occur in either domain to provide a jump start on the process.
"Heinäsirkka, heinäsirkka, mene täältä hiiteen!" ("Grasshopper, grasshopper, go from hence to Hell!") — St. Urho's Day incantation I spent St. Urho's Day (March 16) preparing for a colonoscopy, an act that probably delighted the Irish. I spent St. Patrick's Day (March 17) undergoing a colonoscopy, likely to the great joy of the Finns. I refrained from wearing the respective colors, royal purple and Nile green and just plain green, of either holiday, but Dave Holman was probably delighted that it was me, and not him, undergoing the procedure.
All I truly know – or suspect – about college fraternities may be summed up in two hours of hilarity via Harold Ramis’ hit film “Animal House.” One general secret to success seems to be surviving one’s youth – with or without fraternity membership. I once belonged to a now-dormant fraternity that will observe the fiftieth anniversary of its founding in October.