(h/t HelyTimes correspondent “Rob C.” in Auburn)
If you haven’t watched this in awhile, I think you will find it’s still good:
First of all, I love being called Mr. Seinfeld. In fact, all my children call me that. It’s funny that you should ask this, because this was something I loved to do as a kid with my friends was sit on my stoop and think “what would we do when we were rich” when we were kids in Long Island. And I remember thinking “The greatest thing you could do if you were rich would be to have a go-kart track.”
I don’t have one. I do have a long driveway in my house in Long Island, and sometimes I ride on it on a scooter. And that makes me feel like Richie Rich.
Richie Rich, that comic book, made me anxious. Just the whole thing was kind of weird, it brought out strange, uncomfortable emotions of envy, and you know, sadness. He had parents, but it was one of the most depraved comic books of all. I wonder if it still exists, it can’t possibly still exist.
(tune in for the first forty seconds at least for a good lesson in evolutionary biology)