So we're all hearing that the Rapture is imminent and the world is coming to an end tomorrow. Every time I hear about this, my mind goes back to an old joke Jackie Vernon used to tell about a man named Wilbur Fradblatt…
He was a poet, a prophet, a philosopher. He prophesied that on May 1, 1951, the world would come to an end. And for him, it did. Because on that very day while eating a piece of cherry pie at the Automat restaurant in New York City, the little glass door snapped down, broke his neck. He didn't know you're supposed to take the food out.
I suppose that joke loses much of its effectiveness on folks who don't know what an Automat restaurant was…