That used to be the catchphrase of the unofficial mascot of “Mad” magazine.
(Am I the only one who thinks he bears a striking resemblance to a well-known online banjo instructor?)
The phrase has taken on new meaning in the past two days. My daughter lives 3,000 miles away from me, and only 3 miles from the Oak Fire which is burning out of control near Yosemite National Park.
The good news is the fire seems to be spreading away from her. The bad news is fires do what they want, create their own weather and put out so much smoke breathing is hazardous.
It’s hard not to worry, and it does no good. So I’m going Alfred E. Neuman. “What, me worry?”
Now prayers are a different matter, especially for the firefighters who are really putting it all on the line.