When the conversation first aired - six years ago and long before we ever considered relocating to Texas - I remember thinking that Gladys must really keep her hometown of Austin laughing. There was something about the uninhibited and unapologetic manner in which she delivered her wise-to-match-her-years, liberally conservative (or conservatively liberal?) views on social issues and politics that made me smile. And I couldn't help but envy her slow, Texas drawl.
And then last week I heard the terrible rumor that Gladys is NOT an 88-year-old woman, but an Austin-based comedian named Scott Hardy. (From what I can tell after a little online research, this rumor emerged more than four years ago; as is often the case, I'm a little behind the times.) Now I don't know whether or not this rumor is true - my Google search resulted in an equal number of "Gladys is real" and "Gladys is pretend" links - but if it is...well, life just isn't quite as funny as it was last week.
So, do you know the scoop on Gladys? Real? Fake?
On second thought, don't tell me. I'd prefer to believe she's still out there, livin' it up here in Texas (and by livin' it up, I mean watching The Ellen Show every afternoon from her quilt-covered recliner, staying close to home for fear TSA officials will bust her for toting too much Listerine in her carry-on bag, and loving Jesus but drinking a little to thin her blood) and making folks laugh all across the world.