Good Night Podcast
Dick Summer
Good Night Podcast
"Good Night" puts a smile on your face, tells you a bedtime story, chucks the day's problems, gives you a verbal back rub and tucks you in for a safe, sound, good night's sleep.
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Episode 539Mar 19, 2017Mickey vs. Dickie
I had to kill the mouse! He had my Lady trapped on her dresser. Poor little thing. (The mouse I mean.)"Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring not even..." Yeah. THAT MOUSE.
Episode 538Mar 12, 2017Tune In And Laugh At Americans
It sometimes seems like China purposely sends us stuff to assemble that just doesn't want to fit together. Is it so they can video a "Reality" show from their satellites?
Episode 537Mar 05, 2017Baseball Memories
Why won't women ever play major league baseball? The answer is right here in this podcast, along with a little touch of magic at a ball park.
Episode 536Feb 26, 2017Barbara's February Flower
Once upon a time, many, many years ago, I was cutting down a pine tree in my most manly way, and my ax split off a small chunk of wood that had a smaller plug inside. You know how a hot dog looks in a bun? That's kind of what it looked like. It was... unusual. And it smelled was pine.
So I gave it to my Lady Wonder Wench. She still has it on her dresser all these years later. She keeps treasures like that...shells from various beaches we've visited on vacations we've enjoyed...a very old shirt of mine that she used to wear at night when I was away on business...A Christmas poem I wrote for her, many Christmases ago...a ring I made out of the top of an old snap top soda can. They're like 3D selfies of the times of our lives.
I'm pretty sure I found something to add to her collection yesterday. The smart guys in the white lab coats call it an Eranthis Hyemalis. But I just call it Barbara's February Flower because Barbara is my Lady's name. Barbara's February Flower is a tiny bright yellow flower...about the size of a dandelion. And I found it growing next to our driveway yesterday. In order for you to understand why I think she'll find a way to keep it, you need to know that I'm recording this podcast near the end of Pennsylvania. As in it's so cold you could freeze an egg on the sidewalk. And more snow. You say, "Hello" but nobody hears you because the words freeze and fall down on the sidewalk.
Episode 535Feb 19, 2017Hair On Fire
It seems to me that everybody's hair is on fire these days. People are scared. When opportunity knocks these days, by the time you look through the peephole, put your shot gun away, tie up your Doberman and slide back the dead lock to open your door, opportunity is long gone. Politics have been going from bad to worse every year, and this year they got there.
There's an explanation for that right there in the word politics. Poli means many. And tics are small, blood sucking parasites. That's called using the right word for identifying the problem. The two most common elements in the universe these days are hydrogen and stupidity. Life these days is especially tough for guys. You swim the deepest river for her, you climb the highest mountain for her, you cross the widest desert for her, and she keeps complaining you're never home.
And how come at Walmart they always have someone demonstrating stuff in the house wares department, but never in the lingerie department. That's just not fair. And what is double virgin olive oil? I remember one of the girls in high school...Jeanie... made that claim, but it wasn't until our first kiss that I understood it. She closed her eyes, and I closed mine...and we missed.
Episode 534Feb 12, 2017Pass Your Passion
I've been sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair watching a ball game. One of the things I like best about watching sports is the passion involved. It starts with the National Anthem just before the game begins. I sometimes sing along with the Star Spangled Banner. I do the best I can with the high notes. That gives me a freebie connection with the people who paid to get into the ballpark. I like that connection. It feels like we are passing the passion for the game back and forth. When I sing about the bombs bursting in air, I can almost smell the hot dogs with mustard and 'kraut and taste the cold beer.
Sometimes the military sends a flight of jets over head. That gives me a chill. Pride will do that to a guy. Pride and passion. I'm a pilot and I know how hard it is to fly tight formation like that. The wing man is sometimes only literally inches away from the lead's tailfeathers…and they're doing a zillion MPH. That takes skill and courage. And passion.
Episode 533Feb 05, 2017How Come
The "Backache Monster" sank his claws into my spine yesterday, so I've been sitting here in my big, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room counting the few moving parts I seem to have left...on the fingers of one hand. I had a TV dance party show in what seems like a few eons ago. I used to do the Watusi, the Mashed Potatoes, and the Loco Motion with the kids. I didn't do the Twist because of my bad knees. How come they don't have dances like that anymore? How come? How come they don't have TV Dance party shows anymore? Come to think of it, maybe they do, and our kids just won't tell us about them.
Speaking about "How Comes," How Come the alarm only goes off when it's on? And how come the sun on the Raisin Bran box is wearing sun glasses? And how come you have to walk to the back of the drug store to pick up your prescription, but the cigarettes are right up front? And where does the white go when the snow melts?
Episode 532Jan 29, 2017Hanging On To Some Stuff
Some things can go away. Some things we've got to keep. So as I am sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair in my living room I thought I'd tell you about a phone call from our granddaughter Cassie.
Cassie was talking about politics, and how some politicians just go on and on and on about the same ideas. I said "Yeah, like a broken record." Cassie said, "What do you mean, Poppa?" I rememberd her age, took a deep breath, and said something like "It means there's a scratch in the record, and it's so bad that the record keeps repeating." Cass said, "Oh. Like a corrupted MP3 file." Drawing on my great command of the language, I said..."Mmmm yeah."
But it got me to thinking about stuff you don't hear any more. Stuff that's gone. Because sometimes it just...disappears and we don't notice when it was disappearing. The click of the channel changer on the TV...not the remote...the knob on the TV. The ka-ching of an old time cash register. A typewriter key hitting paper. The click-whirr of a rotating phone dial. The clang of a bell in a pay phone. Chalk scraping across a blackboard. The rustle of corduroy pants. The grinding sound of a pencil sharpener. The perk-perk of a coffee percolator. I've been making instant coffee for a long time. All that stuff is gone. And we didn't notice when it left.
Episode 531Jan 22, 2017Toxic Testosterone
I am sitting here in my big, manly, black leather poppa chair in my living room quietly overcoming my toxic masculinity. Seriously. Duke University and Ithaca College are just two of a whole sclunge of institutions of higher learning that are proving that some ideas are so silly, that only intellectuals with Phds will believe them. They are running courses and workshops devoted to curbing what they call Toxic Masculinity. They haven't the slightest idea of what they're talking about.
They obviously don't understand the simple but classic effects of testosterone. They don't understand that testosterone makes a guy has to make believe he never needs any help. Directions are help. That's why he never reads them. A guy has to believe he can fix anything. Maybe not this instant, but...soon. He must never go to a therapist or a doctor unless he can be clinically proven that he has been dead for at least a year. "No sense going to a hospital, dear. I don't seem to be in a coma right now." Dumb right? Yes. But toxic? No. Just testosterone.
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