I have a feeling that in fifteen years I’ll be sitting in the front row at the Improv listening to Nate make his funny observations. At the dinner table he said, “They shouldn’t call it Star Trek, they should call it Planet Trek, cause all they do is go around to all these different planets and bug people.” In the car today we passed a guy on the street corner dressed up in a huge foam rubber suit made to look like a drink with a straw from the sandwich shop he was advertising for. All you could see of him were legs coming out from the bottom of the cup. “That poor guy must be hot,” I said. “No! He’s probably freezing his butt off in all that cold icy soda,” said Nate, without missing a beat.