Not real gifted comics, like me.

Thinking seriously about adding a new role to my repertoire. That of stand-up comic. Going on stage at a comedy club. Without a script. Merely by improvising. I could do it. Pull it off. And be a big hit. I’m confident. Years ago, I would never have dreamed of such a feat. It would have scared the hell out of me. Now it’d be a thrilling adventure. I’ve been practicing my shtick on my Italian true love. But she’s not a true test. She doesn’t totally understand my humor. Maybe it’s not for an Italian audience. We don’t speak the same funny language, unfortunately. But I’d go over big in America. Maybe I could make it all the way to Letterman. That would be the ultimate. Used to be Johnny Carson. Anyway, I’d rather reach Letterman than Leno. Maybe it’s that Leno has Italian roots. Italians have a different sense of humor. Little wonder that they go for Berlusconi. Maybe four times as prime minister. Yes, Italians like buffoons. And court jesters. Not real gifted comics, like me. –Jim Broede