Nap time ~ June 27, 2002
David Heiller No, I’m not writing an article about my cute little kids. I’ll leave that to Julie. (I like your columns, Julie!) This is much more controversial. Something befitting a cigar-chomping editor who keeps a bottle of whiskey in his desk drawer. That leaves me out, too. This camping stuff is exhausting business. I want to talk about the delicate subject of naps. I am sold on naps, and it’s time to proclaim my faith, publicly, without shame or fear of ridicule. For some reason, our society has given naps a bum rap. Don’t believe me? The next time you see someone who is dog-tired in the middle of the day suggest that he or she go take a nap. He’ll either look at you like you’re crazy. Hey, it ain’t macho to take a little-bitty nap. Or he’ll smile self-consciously and say, “Yeah right,” as he pours himself another cup of coffee. I must admit I still have a little of that latter chap in me. But more and more I am losing that worry about what people migh...