Nora Again

Nora’s birthday’s coming up soon, and Sonja and I ended up in the YouTube hole last night rewatching her old stuff—Halloween sketches, parody bits, the kind of obscure comedy that doesn’t get talked about anymore. Nothing makes sense when you explain it to someone who wasn’t there, but rewatching it feels like finding something you forgot you liked. The timing still lands. The absurdity still works. You remember why this person mattered.