The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.
– Mark Twain
Wish I had something pithy to say here or some goofy word prank to pull on you. However, I don’t.
Never been big on April Fools antics. Kind of like the alcoholic who doesn’t drink on New Year’s Eve.
Like Mr. Twain says, there is ample proof of my being a fool over the other 364 days of the year.
On a day that demands it, not being a fool appeals to my contrarian nature which is, in itself, foolish.
Just can’t get away from it, I guess.
Here’s a classic from Aretha that speaks to the day. Pay attention to the lyrics. They remind me of the ardent followers (another way of saying cult members) of a certain someone in the news. Hopefully that chain is being broken and they can return to being fools in other ways.
Like the rest of us.
Redtree Times 
I always got a kick out of good April Fool’s joke where someone’s goat is good’n gotten.
One of my personal favorites was the time had my wife convinced that I’d decided to go to Seminary and that I had to quit my job.
Another, which I don’t know if it’s a true story or not, and which also has a religious twist, was the that on some April 1st a newspaper in Geneva, Switzerland printed a story in the morning paper about a plan that was moving forward to carve Mount Rushmore like busts of the founding fathers of the Protestant Reformation onto one of the mountains across the lake from the city.