I am not making this up

My 2005 has gotten off to an incredibly rotten start. In addition to my beloved Wolverines losing the Rose Bowl to Texas (ya whiny bastards) and my tolerated Lions losing the final game of their season to Tennessee, Dave Barry has announced his retirement. In his final column today for The Miami Herald Barry said, “I want to stop before I join the horde of people who think I used to be funnier. And I want to work on some other stuff.”

Barry says he will write occasional pieces, weighing in “from time to time if something really important happens, such as a cow exploding in a boat toilet.”

Dave Barry ranks with Robert B. Parker as one of the most influential people on my writing. There was a period of about two years where all of the fiction I wrote sounded like Parker and all of my non-fiction sounded like Barry. While I enjoyed his forays into the mystery novel and his non-fiction books, I will sorely miss that weekly dose of humor in the newspaper. I haven’t read his prequel to Peter Pan written with Ridley Pearson but I guess I’m going to have to now to get my Barry fix.

Dave, you don’t know me but I’m going to miss you…