The Dick Summer Connection – December 23, 2007

There will be bodies strewn all over the floor tonight. We have three couches and two beds…and 15 family members and friends due for a three night visit. Three of them should be here any minute. Not worrying too much, because some of us haven’t seen each other in a year, and we tend to be a little rowdy anyway, so I doubt if too much sleeping will be going on. But please excuse the fact that this edition of the CONNECTION is even less organized than usual.Before I forget it, several Proud PodCast Participants reminded me that all of us, that is ALL OF US, should send at least a note to:

WASHINGTON, D.C. 20307-5001

 Actually, that would be a good address to keep long past the holidays. It wouldn’t hurt to send a note, or some goodies, or a letter doused in cheap perfume with lots of lipstick kisses on it, once a month or so. If you go the letter with cheap perfume route, I think I’d address it to A Male Recovering Soldier…etc., because one of the things that outrages me most about this war is that we have stooped to sending our women into battle. Some Pimple People…even female ones… will call me a dinosaur because I think that’s disgusting. I’m not really a dinosaur …but I AM a proud member of the Louie-Louie Generation. Among other things, that means I remember when we felt that our honor demanded that we love, protect and respect our wives, girlfriends, daughters, and mothers. Don’t get me started on that, because I AM DETERMINED TO STAY POSITIVE.

My Lady Wonder Wench and I went for our traditional Christmas flight last night. We don’t have a magic sleigh, but we do have a little four seat airplane, and each year we pick a beautiful night just before Christmas, and we fire up the engine and climb into the magic of a clear, calm sky…to watch the world spread out in Christmas lights… slip under our wings. We stopped at a little airport with a diner, had dinner, and raised a couple of cups of coffee to another year in love together…and to a friend who lost his love this year. (You don’t drink anything fizzier than coffee when you’re flying an airplane.) On the way back, our landing light blew out, which means we had to make a dark runway landing. It’s not an emergency situation, but it gets your attention. Pilots say that any landing you can walk away from is a good landing. Any landing after which you can use the plane again is a great landing. On that basis this was a great landing.

That’s not something a lot of people do. But as Big Louie…his own bad self…always says, “We’re all the same… because we’re all completely different.” (Sometimes Big Louie says things that make you scratch your head…or someplace less elegant, if you are a major league baseball player.) But I think he means we all see things…even Christmas… differently.

Late December weather here in the foothills of the Pocono Mountains is usually quiet, gray and dreary. But Santa swashbuckles in here with a big red suit, green, gold and silver wrapped presents, and happy music made by symphony orchestras with choirs, rock bands, and even chipmunks. And there’s no ducking away from him to go suck your thumb and put the back of your hand to your head, and cry in your beer…because “He sees you when you’re sleeping…he knows when you’re awake….” no matter where you are, he’s going to pop up, and lay a ho ho ho on you if you give him a chance. So no matter how tough things may be…the price is right…you may as well give him a chance.

We’re ready. We’ve watched “The Grinch,” “Miracle on 34th Street,” “Holiday Inn,” Pierce Brosnan’s “Thomas Crown Affair” and “Casablanca.” Thomas Crown has the most beautiful sail plane scene, and a very wise comment from the police detective about silly things that are only important to rich people. And time always goes by so gently in “Casablanca.” As Big Louie says…we all see things differently. Lady Wonder Wench and I like watching those movies on the week before Christmas.

It would be kicks to know what movies you like to watch before Christmas. If you have a moment, drop me a note at


Dick’s Details Quiz – all the answers are in the current PodCast at

1- How many miles per gallon do American Men get?

2- Is magic real?

3- Why should you never try to hide from butterflies behind red, green or yellow shades?


3 right – You get the spare bed tonight.

2 right – You get the large couch.

1 right – You get the small couch.

0 right – Lots of luck on the love seat. (I had some luck on it… never mind.)

Wonder Wench has enough food stashed to stuff all the bodies strewn all over the floor tonight, plus the entire Pennsylvania National Guard, with enough to spare to take care of any leftover troops from a long ago encampment not far away in a place called Valley Forge. And I’ve got plenty of firewood stacked and ready to keep the fireplace warm for You Know Who. And right on cue, there’s our son Eric and his new bride Brenda…the newest Mrs. Summer, pulling into the driveway… along with our Granddaughter Cassie… who is now such a beautiful young lady that the hormones of the young guys around here won’t return to normal till mid April.

No blog or PodCast next week, because…it has begun. Another Christmas for us to remember. My Lady Wonder Wench and I, along with everyone who lives in all the bodies that will be littering the floor tonight…wish you and yours everything good, and warm, and strong, and loving… now, and through the New Year.

Merry Christmas. Happy New Year.


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