Below The Fold

Thoughts of late…

My face still doesn’t work.

My left eye dries out every 15 minutes, and this strange localized headache in the back of my head has been as constant a companion for the last three weeks as my nose.

Terry’s dad died last night. There were many years that Terry’s folks’ after-midnight-mass Christmas party was my only real tradition. His parents were both cut from the same cloth, both morally and religiously (that’s actually a pun to those in the know.) They are two of the most genuine, kind human beings I’ve ever known.

Louis Boggio died yesterday too. He was involved with the Boy Scouts all his life—legend has it he was on Lord Baden Powell’s Eagle Board of Review. The man looked like any one of the dozens of residents of Mayberry, and easily could have palled around with Andy Griffith himself. My pop said he was a fighter pilot in WWII. Both of these men were pillars to large communities that will never be the same without them.

I should buy stock in Diet Dr. Pepper.

I think Kerry might be evil. His initials are JFK, and he’s too polished. Apparently, a lot of Vietnam vets align him with Hanoi Jane, and his voting record is left of Ted Kennedy. Moderate, schmoderate. I wish the Dems could produce a decent candidate. I don’t see how they’re going to beat Bush in ‘04, especially if Rudy G. ends up replacing Cheney…

Vicodin is nice, but Percocet is fun.

I am blessed with some truly wonderful friends.

My mother looks better than she has in years. It’s like she’s reversing the aging process. It makes me so happy every time I see her.

I’ve been with the same woman for eight years, and I actually love her more than ever. Especially when she does the no-rhythm dance.

Saturday morning cartoons suck more now than ever.

Dental insurance is a bigger scam than Amway, and leaves a more bitter taste in your mouth.

I love when I cream some punk-ass chump at pool to the point where he’s paid my entire bar tab for the evening. It’s even better when my wife does it.

Soccer is a sport for women and Europeans. It has all the plodding dullness of lawn darts, and takes less skill. Football is a sport. Soccer is a training tool used to teach children teamwork. Football is a sport. Soccer is a game. Football hurts. In soccer, you pull something.

Neither sport is as tough as boxing.

The apprentice isn’t nearly as awful as I thought it would be. My favorite part: How a man with Donald Trump’s money has Donald Trump’s hair.

Ron Zappolo looks much smaller in person. His eyebrows still look like little smiley faces, though.

Jon Stewart is still the funniest man on TV.

Old Russian immigrants who shop at Sunflower on South Colorado are a surprisingly surly bunch. But they have avocados for 89 cents each, so it’s a trade-off.