Good Night

Serious New Year's Resolution this year is: "Crush Cynicism". Easier said than done these days. It seems that no matter how cynical you get, you can't keep up. So I'm not keeping up at all. My little 8 year old next door neighbor Emily, with her giggles and jelly beans, made me remember that the best way to solve a serious problem is with a silly solution. Try it. It worked for me.

Before there were discos, there were record hops. If you can remember record hops, you are a member of the Louie Louie generation. Louie Louie was the perfect guy dance. No complicated dance steps, and "the word" was that the words were "dirty" although nobody could really understand them. It was before political correctness, so it was ok to be dirty. If you are a member of the Louie Louie generation, you may need a daily minimum adult doseage of hope. Try this one.

This is a good argument for naked government. Research by Yale University Seniors has shown that when people hang around together in the nude, their conversation becomes "serious and philosophical." What a way to make Congress get serious and philosophical...Teddy Kennedy in the nude on the 6:30 PM network news. Just be careful of the concept on the beach on a soft summer night.

This is about Tinkerbell's tragic magic. Tink was in love with Peter Pan, even though society wasn't up for human-fairy marriages. She knew Wendy was going to win in the end. But she LOVED Mr. Pan. So she gave him her magic anyway. She just loved him. Tink was magic, but she needed us to clap for her to show that we believe, or she'd die. You've got to see Pulling-the-rabbit-out-of-the-hat magic to believe it. But you've got to first believe in Tink's kind of magic to see it. Tink's kind of magic is what can keep love going, even when we're a few weeks past the springtime of our lives. This is about clapping hands for Tinkerbelle...and keeping magic alive.

Introducing you to a voice that will never shut up. Now you'll never feel alone...even if you're all by yourself, sitting in a corner pigging out on fists full of Christmas fruitcake, swilling something frosty, and sticking out your lower lip because you're feeling left out of the Major New Years Party-ing.

Ask people if they've got "The Christmas Spirit", and some people say "Bah Humbug". Lots of people say "ho, ho, ho". Most people just say "Happy Holidays". And of course, a few people just say "Huh?" I don't find The Christmas Spirit in religion, presents, stories, poems nor even in music. A lot of people don't believe in it. I do. I've felt it. And I've seen it. Here's where I'll go looking for it again this year.

The biggest One Hit Wonder of all time was written because Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, one creature was stirring, and it was a mouse. David Summer makes a Grandfather, Father and Son connection and there's a story about NEVER Growing Up in this week's "Good Night".

Some people are SHOCKED ! SHOCKED I TELL YOU, that I would call my lady "Wonder Wench". She gets back at me this week. And a This Christmas love story about a love that started one Christmas a long, long time ago.

This time you'll find out why I claim that Men Are Saints. (The MAS Appeal). And learn about the salmonella poisoning you can get from eating turkey, which makes you crazy enough this time each year to rush down to the nearest mall and flatten your credit cards. Plus, we'll tell the story of "Beauty and the Beast".

Just a tiny clump of hair sets off a shriek heard from here to Labrador. A tale of lurking intrigue and falling down laughing at a major US Airport. And the Number One, El Supremo, Top Pick To Click cut from the Personal Audio Cds as reported by CDBABY.com - a story about a guy pretending he wasn't watching as the lady who used to be his wife crosses a downtown street, leaving him with a question that he'll probably never be able to answer.