Iâ€™ve always been kind of a night person. I loved being on the air at night. From a practical standpoint when I was at WNBC in New York, I could park right across from St. Patrickâ€™s , and walk right past the Rockerfeller Center skating rink where they put the big tree at Christmas time… right up to the studios in the RCA building. Then I could sit behind a microphone in a little room on the second floor in that mostly dark skyscraper, and call my nightly…coast to coast… huddle on NBC radio. Thatâ€™s what I called the people who listened to me at night. My huddle. As in a football huddle. A bunch of people gathered around for mutual protection, and with a common goal in mind. In my huddle, the goal was making it through another night safely, and on a good night maybe weâ€™ll also find a little smile.
Iâ€™m sitting here in my big black leather pappa chair in my living room right now…in the middle of the night. Except for my next door neighbor Randy whoâ€™s on the night shift this week, everybody else around here is in dreamland. Ever stop to think about how many different kinds of dreams there are? I remember a line from the Roseanne tv show…Rosanne said something like “It doesnâ€™t matter if a girl marries the man of her dreams, because fifteen years later, sheâ€™s going to be married to a reclining chair that burps anyway.” Such a gentle flower of womanhood was Roseanne. Dreams usually have something to do with whatâ€™s going on in your life. Sometimes, theyâ€™re silly…like dreaming you ate a fifty pound marshmallow, then…sure enough when you wake up, your pillow is gone. And sometimes theyâ€™re very serious.
Like when Dr. King said, “I have a dream.” Another biggie according to the bible, was when Mary had a dream that an angel showed up and said youâ€™re going to be the mother of God. That must have been some scary dream for a 12 or 13 year old kid.
Everybody has scary dreams…nightmares. My Lady Wonder Wench doesnâ€™t have them nearly as often as she used to. Now, when she gets restless and upset, all I have to do is hold her hand, and she usually settles down, takes a deep breath, and smiles in her sleep…because she knows my hand means sheâ€™s safe…even if sheâ€™s having a scary dream. Pretty neat. And nobody smiles in her sleep like my pretty Lady Wonder Wench.
I have a dream too. Itâ€™s certainly not as big as Dr. Kingâ€™s…he was a giant. My dream is just about big enough for an ordinary Louie-Louie Generation guy like me. You know about the Louie-Louie Generation… thatâ€™s people who have had the memory of that song playing in the back of their minds for a few years…and have an appropriate perspective on how to live their lives. My dream is to spread the wisdom of Big Louie…his own bad self…the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie- Louie Generation. Especially “Wisdom number 69,” where he says, “Just because you hear the woman in the next apartment screaming Oh my God at this hour of the night, donâ€™t jump to the conclusion that she must be praying simply because sheâ€™s past 40 years old.”
Big Louieâ€™s point is that thereâ€™s quite a bit of life going on after the barely- post- pimple stage. But you never hear about it. Singing stars are now fifteen year old girls who are singing about the love of their lives… which I suppose would be those boys you see in the mall with the manners of apes, pierced tongues, and pants hanging down around their knees. Now thatâ€™s ok for pimple people and a little beyond. To each his own.
But if you listen to the music, or go to the movies, or read the magazines, youâ€™d think all men and women get naked and chase each other going about 1000 mph, till we hit about thirty years old… and then we suddenly put on suits and ties and wait to die…or worse yet… retire into some kind of catastrophic, celibate clump.
Wrong. Hereâ€™s breaking news folks. I have a couple of Louie-Louie Generation friends who are pilots like me, and they…put auto pilots in their small airplanes, specifically so they can take their Louie- Louie ladies to join the mile high club. Another Louie-Louie Generation couple I know is going to Hawaii this weekend to get naked and enjoy some of those beautiful leis. And my Lady Wonder Wench and I installed a hot tub right off our bedroom a few years ago…for… relaxation… and such. As Louie says…”Itâ€™s not your age…itâ€™s your rage.”
But another thing Louie always says is “Dogs are always barking, cats are always meowing, and people are always preaching. Donâ€™t do that.” So if you catch me preaching, please remember my email address, Dick@DickSummer.com …and remind me of another of Louieâ€™s wise sayings…”The more important you think you are, the sillier you look.”
Dickâ€™s Details Quiz – All answers are in the current podcast at www.DickSummer.com
1- What human scent is so strong that skilled trackers can follow it ?
2- What do we call butterflies with exceptionally long tongues ?
3- What biblical reference interfered with McDonaldâ€™s European stores?
3 right- Your Nights are in White Satin.
2 right- You like Walkinâ€™ After Midnight.
1 right- Your daddy said get home before The Midnight Hour.
0 right- Itâ€™s Quarter To Three, And Thereâ€™s No One In The Place.
Speaking of dreams, thereâ€™s a story in the new Night Connections 2 Personal Audio CD about a woman who spent years dreaming of being in love with a guy…and when it seemed like the dream was about to come true…a quick question flashed across her mind. Itâ€™s called The Dinner Date. Itâ€™s also in theÂ current podcast at www.dicksummer.com Â Give it a listen, and tell me what you think. I think itâ€™s worth taking the risk. And I hope she did. But I donâ€™t know.
I wouldnâ€™t want to live in a world without dreams…even frightening ones. Big dreams like Dr. Kingsâ€™. Little dreams like spreading the word about Big Louie. Big dreams make people beat their chests and say “weâ€™re number one.” I also like the kind of dreams that just put a small voice in the back of your head at the end of a tough day…a small voice that very quietly keeps saying “Iâ€™ll try again tomorrow.” And I especially like the kind of dream that makes my Lady Wonder Wench smile a little in her sleep.