Dick Summer Connection

No matter how much she begs and pleads and whines, I will not do the sleazy bachelor thing with Catherine Zeta Jones. I’ll tell you why at www.dicksummer.com/podcast

As Big Louie says in http://www.dicksummer.com/podcast, “Guys can’t help being the way we are. It’s the testosterone. “Of course some guys start guy-ing sooner than others. Like this little guy.

How can I explain this to you. As hard as it must be for you to believe, some people haven’t bought my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot. That’s why I am sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room, trying to figure out how to make a fortune in some other way…perhaps by inventing something people need. Here are some of the ideas I’ve come up with so far. Maybe you’ll drop me a note at dick@dicksummer.com and tell me if you like any of them. How about neon thumbs for night time hitch hiking. Or hot dogs that are ninety feet long to take care of a whole row of fans at once at a base ball game. Here’s one…a perfumed bookmark so if it slips down into the book, you can just sniff down along the edge till you find your place. Or song books printed on plastic for people who like to sing in the shower. Maybe a follow up to my book would be a better idea. I could call it Staying Happier Healthier And Hotter. I like hot. Hotter would be better. Maybe it’s because my name is Summer. And maybe it’s because I think trying to be cool is stupid. I mean, how smart was it of some cool guy to set up all these cups as a joke?

Trying to stay connected on the road. You sometimes see some funny things on the road. I think today’s podcast is at www.dicksummer.com/podcast

Trying to get re-connected on the road. Today’s podcast is at www.dicksummer.com/podcast.

Thank heavens they haven’t discontinued my blood type yet. I find I’m relying more and more on Big Louie’s advice in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot. “Age and treachery will always defeat youth and skill,” he says. That’s encouraging. And of course I always keep his biggie in mind. “If you have any moving parts left, for crying out loud, MOVE ‘EM.” He says, “The fountain of youth is between your ears.” I like that too, because over the years, my body has basically become a transportation system for getting my head from one place to another. I guess it’s appropriate that I put my old body in an old car. And my car is old. It’s insured against fire, theft, and King George’s men. Any time I’m driving I check to see that I’ve got my license, my registration, and the bus schedule.