There is one thing that moving halfway across the country will do, force you to go through all the crap you have collected and throw a lot of it away. This bit of inane joy surfaced during my latest move.
Like some of you Dr. Suess was a favorite of mine growing up. His books littered the floors of the house I grew up in. I read them over and over and would quote them endlessly at dinner. I seem to recall driving my parents insane with my requests for green eggs and ham for breakfast almost every morning. When I discovered my mother's cache of food coloring I proceeded to make a major mess of the kitchen attempting to create green eggs. To this day I still delight in a bad joke done over and over.
While I was working at WSTC/WQQQ in Stamford CT, Dr. Suess died. One of the salesmen there was a twisted little shit, just like me, and we came up with this little tribute to the recently deceased good doctor.