Vicki Abelson's Broadcast: The Road Taken

Happy Happy Joy Joy. Well, Happy Happy Paula Paula. That’s how it feels whenever Paula Poundstone’s around. It was another grey rainy day in SoCal, but the sun was sure shining on the interweb. I laughed pretty much non-stop, my cheeks hurt, in the good way, and a drop of water or two squirted out mine eyes, again, in the best possible way. We talked Paula’s care back out in the world and on the road for well over a year and a half now. Doing loads of gigs, flying everywhere, she’s more cautious than this COVID crazy, masks’ everywhere, and I mean everywhere (some crazy funny stories), and she thankfully remains free of the dreaded thing. We talked health care. For Paula that would be Diet Pepsi, Hostess donut gems, Ruffles potato chips, about 300 situps, and a long walk with her two dogs, as well as caring for her ten cats, to whom she may now be allergic. With Paula, everything’s funny––including her take on parenting, parental controls, her TV viewing, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, MSNBC, getting guest