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Dancing Queen

Not sure if you’ve seen the clip of the Orange Oompa Loompa dancing for 39 minutes instead of taking questions at a campaign stop. It was weird.. To say the least. Now, I say that I’m not sure if you saw it because there are media conglomerates who completely ignore his shortcomings. I had a conversation one day with a supporter of his and it went like this: “There have been less border crossings in the last four years than in the four years before.” “That’s not true!” He yelled. “They’re pouring across the border.” But the truth is - stats show that the border crossings has slowed! “Crime is out of control.” “Violent crimes have declined,” I said. Yet, the true information isn’t getting out. Yet, how do you deny his standing there, swaying as he played songs off his I-pod, pretending that he composed the songs. “Play YMCA really loud!” He announced. Then he did that two-handed thing that he considers dancing. I’m not doing it justice: It was the weirdest, most bizarre thing I’ve ever

Chill in the Air

The weather report is encouraging for a round of golf on Friday to celebrate my 60th. I’m happy that our usual foursome will be together - more on that later in the week - but for now: “There’s snow in the forecast in the higher elevations,” the way too freaking excited meteorologist said. (They drive me crazy, by the way, when they try and take credit for the shining sun - “See what I dialed up for you?” - hahahahahahahahaha). I was freaking 🥶 on Tuesday morning!!! I have a truck filled with clothes including about 5 jackets to choose from. “I don’t want to wear a jacket!” I yelled to the coal grey sky. But I had to wear it all day long, even though I couldn’t find the exact one I wanted. “It’s going to be a harsh winter,” a guy said at the first site. “Don’t say that.” “I think there’s going to be a lot of snow.” “Shut up.” “You shut up, I have a snowmobile that I haven’t used more than twice a year in five years.” I laughed. “So you don’t know anything about the weather prediction,

Friends

As I approach the round number birthday, I have been a tad reflective. My new book is all about looking back and laughing. Today is a day I think about because it’s my buddy Jeff’s birthday - when we were kids this was like Holy Week - his birthday three days before mine. He’s the guy I was standing next to when I was old enough to drink in a bar. He bought me shots, watched me drink mine while he tossed his over his shoulder, but he’s the guy who carried me out of there too. And 60 is different… …last thing I want these days is a shot! Kathy keeps asking me about Friday… …what do you want to do? “Watch the Yankees and go to bed,” has been my answer all week… …after I golf in the morning with my usual foursome… …I really wanted to do that because we hardly played together this year. Friends. I am blessed to have a bunch… …one guy I’ve  known since I was 5. College buddies I loved being around. All solid guys… ….don’t see them all the time anymore, but they’re with me. Happy Birthday, J

Just A Tree

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I stopped by to visit Mom this weekend, and I was getting some stuff out of the car when I glanced at a tree just feet from the front door. A beautiful, majestic tree, and it dawned on me that it had really grown in the decades after it had been planted. I remember when the tree was planted. Dad had hired a landscaper out of Niagara Falls and those men worked hard for a few days and truly beautified the yard. The tree has truly sprouted up - now stands about 15’ tall. I know some people who can look at a tree and tell you what kind of tree it is at just a glance. I’m not one of those guys. But man, when you look at a large, sturdy tree for more than just a moment, it is pretty impressive. Majestic. Like a living, breathing thing. As if it should have a name. That tree, most likely, will stand there for years and years - way longer than I’ll be here. The glance at that tree made me look to the wooded area just yards from where our baseball diamond stood when we were kids. Hundreds of be

Seriously

There was a report on Saturday that Trump referred to Harris as ‘retarded.’ I commented on Facebook that it was reprehensible. I don’t normally comment on Facebook but - it was reprehensible! I was jumped by a stranger who explained that he isn’t politically correct but that he would: 1). Secure the border. 2). Prevent World War III 3). Stop child trafficking  4). Lower taxes 5). Lower grocery prices. 6). Stop abortion 7). Bring Christ back to our schools. Okay, I’ll play. He ran the first time on securing the border by building a big, beautiful wall that Mexico would fund. Didn’t happen. He lowered taxes all right - on rich people - that crippled the middle class. He stole a truck load of classified documents and hid them. Lord knows who he sold them to. He’s in Putin’s back pocket - he handed over Covid tests to Russia while Americans were searching for them. Speaking of which - he bungled covid - lied about it, recommended that people drink bleach, and then fought with the vaccine r

Getting Close Now

We are getting there.  The Dodgers beat the Padres last night so there are only two teams left in the National League: Dodgers and Mets The American League has a game this afternoon - Cleveland against Detroit. Yankees already moved on. So, the final four will be 4 big teams and the Yankees-Mets and Yankees-Dodgers matchups are still on the table. It’ll all be settled by November 5th… …which has a matchup between America and Russia on the ballot. One of the candidates sent Russia extensive Covid tests during the height of the pandemic. What the hell happened to Woodward? He held onto that information for his new book? He’s the guy who broke Watergate….now he holds out until his book is ready? Anywhoha… They’re saying the election is close so the speeches on the campaign are important, right? Listen to the nonsensical rantings of the one candidate. Mind-nunmbing. But make sure you get out and vote. Little info for you: - the hurricanes weren’t created by any political party. - another r

Bob Costas & Al Michaels

Bob Costas and Al Michaels are absolute legends in the broadcasting industry. When we were kids they called all the big games, and did a great job. Michaels: “Do you believe in miracles?” Call might be the greatest sports call ever when the USA hockey team beat Russia. Costas is a sport intellectual and most of the time I can listen to him tell stories for hours. I have been muting Costas during this Yankees-Royals series because I don’t want to hear stories about the 1960’s when there’s a game being played. Bob won’t even take a break in his story when something happens. Stanton hit one off the wall to score a runner from first - an exciting play - and Costas called it as if he were reading entries in a phone book. My boys have made fun of Michaels for complaining about the quality of the game he’s calling and both Costas and Michaels suffer from ‘old guy’ syndrome. They seem to wax poetic about how the game used to be played, and imply that the sport has gone soft. There was a clip o