Good Night

My dad was my hero. Maybe that's why I never got to know him better. I wish I had known him just as a guy.

It takes guts to play the Peek-a-boo-Game. It can tear you open. But maybe it's worth it to find out what you're supposed to be if/when you grow up.

A bug sitting on the wall, or on the floor is ok with Lady Wonder Wench. But when one lands on her needlepoint, it's time for me to put on my Indiana Jones hat...tilted 45 degrees to the left.

When you say 2010, it even has a happier sound than "twenty oh nine." It's like the difference in how you look when somebody is taking your picture and you say "Cheese"... instead of being a wise guy and saying "Limburger."

When my Lady and I took off for our traditional Christmas flight, most people thought we were looking for Santa. We weren't. And I'm glad to tell you that we did find what we were looking for...one more time.

Dave is my favorite Christmas musician. He keeps a tradition alive that goes back a long time. I have two other favorite musicians. But Dave is the go to guy at Christmas.

The only reason anybody pays attention to the Herald Angels, it that they're always saying, "Hark." You want' attention...do what the Herald Angels do.

If you tell me one of your Christmas stories, I'll tell you one of mine. You first.

DISCLAIMER: This does not mean that women are NOT saints. Nor does it mean that ALL men ARE saints. I would be thankful if you would remember that. After all, that's what Thanksgiving is all about.

Randy had a smile on his face that was so wide, his ears were drooping, he was wearing a sweaty sweat shirt & jeans, and he was carrying two very substantial gift pieces of trout. It's a good life.

Tossing out stuff that has been sitting in my closets. Tossed everything...even some memories. But not all of them.

Small changes make big differences. Here's a small change on the way too often told story of the evils of the pleasures of the flesh.

Just hit a big pothole. Hope I didn't break my Goodie-Grabber. I need one more Do-Over...right now.

There's a booger in Texas. And Burrbank is where they keep the cold, hard, cash. But Saturday nights you want to spend in Mississippi...because there's a place there called...YAZOO ! These are the musings of a slightly fermented maturity challenged mind.

There's one comforting thought when millions of us have our arms full of flu goo...there's a voodoo doll out there somewhere having a really bad day.

Those were the days. You'd put a barrel of warm milk out for your pet saber tooth tiger, and call, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." Then you had to jump back pretty fast, because those guys didn't much care who they saber toothed. This time, we look back at some of the "Days"...and we're bringing some of the nights back.

You shouldn't go to bed with somebody you shouldn't go to bed with. But if you do go to bed with somebody you shouldn't go to bed with...skip the boxer shorts please.

There's hope when the dreams of the immediate future are kinder than the history of the recent past.

You can only hold your belly in for so many years. This is the story of the "R" word.

Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation has issued his first "Dirty Dog Alert." Why is "Dirty Harry" smiling when justice needs to be done ?