Well, lookie lookie at the calendar.
Really, go ahead. Look at it.
It's April Fool's Day, April the 1, which we have celebrated in various ways for a long time. It will be a little different this year; with the Zoo closed, no one will call there asking for Mr L.E. Fant or Mr Lyons, and with baseball in a virus rainout, no one will fall for stories about an unknown pitcher who can throw a ball 168 mph using yoga techniques he learned in a Tibetan ashram.
Some scholars believe that the April Fool's custom dates back to the postdiluvian days of Noah sending the dove out of his ark on April 1, before the floodwaters had abated. Some scholars believe that it all began in The Canterbury Tales, the one called "Nun's Priest's Tale," in which a rooster named Chauntecleer gets outfoxed by a fox "since March began, thritty days and two" (sic) which would be April 1, since there is no such a thing as March 32.
Some scholars believe that there are better things over which to argue.
My recent favorite was what National Public Radio did on the internet on 4/1/14.
Don't you know, people went berserk, writing about how much they read and how DARE NPR say they didn't read, because they read all the time - so much Harry Potter and Kierkegaard and Robert Penn Warren and I don't know what-all else...
(Read the post again). Oooopsie.
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