Modified On July 14, 2005
How many of us recall that heady period in our standup tutelage when we could actually feel the progress as it was occurring? When we contemplated each career move with an intoxicating mixture of dread and elation? How many of us could write about with such eloquence as Bill Bunker? Damn few, we say.
In 2002 I recounted in this space my then-recent transformation from “civilian with comic aspirations” to “bona fide working comedian” at the most famed comedy club in Chicago. The shorthand label for my essay might have been something Disneyesque like, “A dream comes true.” However, as I noted at the time, there was also a good chance that I had been wishing upon a dark star, for I was nervously aware that this dream possessed the latent power to destroy me, given the unshriven sins of my past, which consisted primarily of having squandered time and talent raising a family and earning a living.
Do yourself a favor and take ten minutes from your busy schedule and catch up with Mr. Bunker of Chicago, as he stretches out on the comedy road, following his comedy heart to Cleveland, St. Louis and Sarasota– with his family in tow! Read the entire brand new Wells Street Journal now!