I used to live across the street from a church. Growing up with parents as German, Chilean Jews from NJ, that was not exactly a pre-requisite. But, having lived in LA for 20 years, I needed a change. So I moved just 10 miles outside of LA to Pasadena where I was the youngest within a six block radius, was surrounded by elastic waist pants, beautiful trees vs syringes on sidewalks, and dated store fronts, vs mannequins in g-strings. Clean, simple, and safe. Basic gist? - I’m now skipping to Vince Guaraldi’s Charlie Brown Xmas in my head, and living inside a Talbott’s catalogue. And while there isn’t much edge in my hood, there are a few places to go out. The Ice House comedy venue was around the corner, and it’s a perfect neighborhood for a nice walk with my pup, Luna..Turns out, that church across the way also became a great place for a laugh. The day Luna took a dump on the church lawn. She didn’t care, I mean how would she know it wasn’t the place to go? She saw the green, aimed, crouched, and went. She didn’t stand in the way of herself unlike what many of us do. Now I’m not encouraging you to go outside and go crap somewhere, but you too can learn that your surroundings and perceptions are the incubator for humor. Hence, that smelly turd? Turned into a holy sh*t. How life’s commonalities can be a great ground for finding the funny. Look around you.. it begins with perception.. what do you see?