Dave Barry
Dave Barry wrote a nationally syndicated humor column for the Miami Herald, running from 1983 to 2005 and reaching readers across the United States through the English language he brought to bear as both journalist and satirist.
Born David McAlister Barry on July 3, 1947, in Armonk, he attended Pleasantville High School before going on to Haverford College. Those years preceded a career in journalism that eventually centered on the columnist's role he held at the Miami Herald — a position he sustained for more than two decades. Over that span he worked as a humorist, a novelist, and a writer in multiple registers, producing the comic commentary that made the column a fixture of American newspaper life. The breadth of his output across those years reflected a consistent commitment to the craft of humorous observation in prose.
That body of work earned Barry the Pulitzer Prize for Commentary, one of journalism's most formally recognized distinctions, as well as the Walter Cronkite Award for Excellence in Journalism — two honors that placed his comic writing within serious journalistic company. The Miami Herald column concluded in 2005 after twenty-two years of continuous publication, and the Pulitzer Prize for Commentary stands as a concrete, named acknowledgment of what he produced during that period. Both awards confirm the range of recognition his column drew during its run.
Quotes by Dave Barry
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In college, Yuppies major in business administration. If to meet certain requirements they have to take a liberal arts course, they take Business poetry.
By the eighties, a lot of radio stations had started playing sixties music. They called it Classic Rock, because they knew we'd be upset if they came right out and called it what it is, namely middle-aged-person nostalgia music.
My therapist told me the way to achieve true inner peace is to finish what I start. So far today, I have finished two bags of M&M's and a chocolate cake. I feel better already.
If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be meetings.
People passing each other on the street would say would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or to the atheists 'Look out for the wall!'.
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there is a man on base.
The best baby-sitters, of course, are the baby's grandparents. You feel completely comfortable entrusting your baby to them for long periods, which is why most grandparents flee to Florida.
In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season. Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church. Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue. The atheists went to parties and drank.
Europeans, like some Americans, drive on the right side of the road, except in England, where they drive on both sides of the road.
Remember that the important thing is not what you give, or how you wrap it. The important thing, during this very special time of year, is that you save the receipt.