Back to the book: the dedication is to his late wife, Alice. Of whom Trillin says "...appears as a character in many of these pieces. Before her death, in 2001, even the pieces that didn't mention her were written in the hopes of makeing her giggle."
Which made me feel a little weepy, and got me wondering: The Man Who Lives In My House cracks me up quite frequently. Does he do it on purpose? Is this what he lives for? I would like to think so. Or is he just funny by accident?
I asked him as soon as he got home.
"Hell, I don't know," he answered. " I'm just hoping to get blogged."
Ha! He did it again.