My friend James Karst worked at the Picayune for many years. One of his specialties is digging up obscure items from the newspaper’s morgue. This one is a doozy:
A letter to the editor of The Times-Picayune from Amy Coney Barrett's mother in 1974 pic.twitter.com/5xDTqqnEHk
— The honorable James Karst (@jameskarst) October 13, 2020
In case you can’t read Linda Coney’s letter in the tweet, here it is in all its dubious glory:
So much for Judge Coney’s claim to be open-minded about Roe v. Wade. She learned her views at her mother’s knee.
I’m not going to belabor the obvious pun in the post title other than quoting the song: “That ain’t the way to have fun, son.”
Instead, I’ll give the last word to Three Dog Night. Wilson Pickett, and the man who wrote the song, Randy Newman.
Three Dog Night put Not To Come in parenthesis. I’m sticking with Randy Newman’s take. He wrote the damn song, dammit.
FYI, Newman never released the song as a single hence the omission in the featured image. Mama told me to add that.