Several of my young colleagues were talking wistfully about establishing a commune.
“I’m in,” I said, although I had not been invited.
There was an awkward silence. Perhaps the commune they had in mind was not going to have a shuffleboard court.
“What skills would you bring?” one asked me.
That might have been meant as a trick question. I’m always asking for help with the computer. I can’t master the new phone system. I bump into things. I would not be a lot of help if the commune wanted to build a barn. So I considered the question. What skills would I bring?
“I can roll a joint,” I said.