Weddings are Better

What do you all think? Should holidays be like Greek weddings or Irish wakes? Plotnik guesses the answer is: is someone getting married, or did someone die? Weddings are better.

Just asking. Maybe it's because he lives so far away from the rest of his family. Maybe it's because he got reminded this week that Christmas is only four months away and he has to go to the dentist next week.

Dr. Flossem is waiting with his medieval Weapons of Plotnik Destruction.

Plotnik, with his shiny plaque-less teeth, would like to see Easter Island. There is a Christmas Island too, in the South Pacific. There is also a Hanukkah Island, in a mall in Tarzana. You think Plotnik is kidding.

Easter Island is famous for huge stone monoliths. They all have, shall we say, a family resemblance. Who wouldn't want to travel 10 hours to Santiago de Chile and then six more hours across the ocean to get to an island where the only thing to see is stone monoliths that all look the same?

But look at the picture again. Look at the guy two from the end. At the ballgame the other night Plotnik forgot to take off his cap during the National Anthem. Luckily, Blogmaid reminded him.

There is symbolism here. An island where there is nowhere to go and nothing to do but stand around and talk to statues who all look more or less the same except that one forgot to take off his hat. There isn't much to say. This is the "Irish Wake" analogy.

A thousand years later they're still standing there.

But perhaps in the next second the people rush up with their musical instruments and prepare a delicious luau of smoked fish and roast pig and they exchange homemade gifts and dance The Chicken Wing and smooch under the stars. This would be the "Greek Wedding."

Weddings are bretter. But that guy with the cap is still mystifying.