That Saturday, when I head over to Uncle Frankie’s Good Eats by the Sea, there is a line out the door because so many people want to come in and congratulate me behind the cash register.
Maybe you’ve seen the satellite photos.
The line is about ten miles long, and every person in it wants one joke from me and one chocolate-covered yo-yo from Uncle Frankie.
There are so many people on the streets of Long Beach that the president of the United States calls because he’s worried we might exceed the island’s weight limit and all end up at the bottom of the ocean with SpongeBob.