Laughter is in the eye of the beer holder...

Laughter is in the eye of the beer holder…

It was the beginning of a week during which any normal, reading, listening, thinking person would believe, without question, that if there is life on other planets they’re using Earth for their insane asylum.

Leaping and bounding from this week’s starting chute was an anonymous letter to an editor, and, not surprisingly, it’s an anonymous himself, or herself, or maybe it’s an itself from another planet?

Perhaps it’s because it’s April, which is, did you know, National Humour Month. According to the internet, we now have a day for anything and everything to be celebrated by someone, somewhere, by anybody and everybody, so there’s also a possibility this is Leg-Pulling Week.

Or maybe it’s because next Sunday is World Laughter Day, our chance to become a Certified Laughter Leader. This is serious stuff. It’s an open invitation from Steve Wilson, psychologist, joyologist and president of World Laughter Tour. “Cheerman of the Bored,” he calls himself. He promises to teach us How to Create Therapeutic Laughter and Laughter Clubs.

World Laughter Day was created in 1998 by Dr. Madan Katareia. The good doctor founded the worldwide Laughter Yoga movement with the stated purpose of a positive manifestation for world peace. It’s intended to build up a global consciousness of brotherhood and friendship through laughter, in the 6,000 Laughter Clubs now on five continents.

I assume a meeting would need an icebreaker to kick things off, so here’s a blonde joke as a starter. An attractive blonde from Cork, Ireland, arrived at the casino. She seemed a little intoxicated and bet 20,000 euros on a single roll of the dice, saying, “I hope you don’t mind, but I feel much luckier when I’m completely nude.”

With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and with an Irish brogue yelled, “Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!”

As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed, “Yes! Yes! I won! I won!” She hugged each of the dealers, picked up her winnings, and her - clothes and quickly - departed.

The dealers stared at each other - dumbfounded. Finally, one of them asked, “What did she roll?”

The other - answered, “I don’t know—I thought you were - watching.”

Ah! Spring has sprung, the grass ain’t riz, Let’s all go and see where the birdies is! Enjoy a laughter-filled spring, and a tip of the hat to the once-upon-a-time Barracks at Carcross. A great place full of smiles beginning with this “lady” sitting out front all summer welcoming, and watching visitors.