Valentine’s Day is a great excuse for some extra hugging, and kissing, and general fooling around. I have heard that some people get so carried away they even hug the nearest tree. Big Louie, his own bad self, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie-Louie Generation puts that into perspective. He always says, “It’s ok to hug a tree. As long as that’s as far as it goes.” And at the other extreme are a couple of guys I know who just ignore Valentine’s Day. I guess they’ve just grown up too much to enjoy themselves anymore. And of course, there are quite a few folks who are taking another heavy hit to the heart  this Valentine’s Day. And unfortunately, it’s true that sometimes…the hottest loves end in the coldest words. That’s tough. I’ve been lucky. The last time that happened to me was with a blonde. Blue eyes. We were in Kindergarten. Her name was Joanie. And she didn’t even open my Valentine’s Day card. Kind of made me feel like just another sock in the laundromat of life. That was a long time ago, and I’ve pretty much gotten over it. Mostly. Pretty much.

I’d like to give you something special for Valentine’s Day. So…you know how some people make their own Valentine’s Day cards out of fancy paper and ribbons ? Well I made a little Valentine’s Day gift for you on the current podcast. Maybe you’ll take a moment to listen.

Cupid isn’t stupid. As a card carrying “Louie-Louie Generation” guy, I’ve had enough of his arrows stuck in my backside to re-supply the Indians at Custer’s last stand. And some of those arrows really hurt. But somehow… you kiss the boo-boo…learn a lesson… and move on. Or better yet, you get someone else to kiss the boo-boo for you. The important thing is… you learn a lesson. One of the most important lessons you can learn…is that sometimes it’s just time to move on…which is a hard lesson. But it’s anything but stupid.

And sometimes you get lucky enough to learn that you better dig your heels in, get the boo-boo kissing done and over with…and never let someone go…ever…no matter how much hurting is involved…because that person is worth dying for. Or even more important…living for.

I like Valentine’s Day. You get to tell somebody “I love you.”… it coincides with the beginning of baseball’s Spring Training… and it’s not very expensive.

There’s a history to Valentine’s Day. Seems there was a priest named Valentinus who lost his head courtesy of Claudius the Cruel on February 14 in the year 269 A.D. Supposedly Father V. healed his jailer’s blind daughter, fell in love with her, and left a note for her in his cell the night before his execution, saying, “I love you…from your Valentine.”

Holy people’s involvement with romance continues to this day. “Christian” web sites now sell Valentine’s Day cards from GOD! Seems to me that’s unfair competition for a mortal Louie-Louie Generation guy.

There’s now a competing “Day.” It’s called “Singles Awareness Day,” SAD for short. So “Happy S.A.D. Day” for people who don’t get a Valentine’s Day kiss…or at least a card.

But I must confess, I think S.A.D. is sad. Men and women belong together. There are some exceptions, of course, and God bless them too. Let’s just say lovers belong together.

Here’s my problem. I took a post Valentine’s Day “Exit Poll” this year. And the results were a real shocker to me. More than 90 percent of the people I asked…of both sexes…just kinda blew Cupid off. “Oh…was that Valentine’s Day?” was by far the most common answer. What a shame.

That little guy’s arrows can be weapons of mass destruction. You’ve got to have guts to stand up to Cupid’s arrows. You sure can get hurt. Something very powerful inside you has to say…”he/she is worth taking this very big risk.” There’s a story about that in the current podcast.

There is a difference between a relationship and a romance. A relationship develops. A romance explodes. Businesses have relationships. Only lovers have romances.

Dick’s Details Quiz –

1- Not washing your hands can help you catch cold. What can help you catch warm?

2- How much does the “Average American” eat in a year?

3- What naughty thing do 3/4 of American women do with their bras?


3 – right – “Bogie” and Bergman

2 – right – Anthony and Cleopatra

1 – right – Romeo and Juliet

0 – right – Bill and Monica

Lots of Louie-Louie Generation guys drop the ball. Too bad. There are plenty of good examples available to follow. Like Bogart in “Casablanca.” World War 2 was exploding…movies were in black and white. Bogart didn’t try to impress Ingrid Bergman with his money, or a fancy car, or his stud-hood. She was arguably the most beautiful woman in the world at the time…and he was kind of a lumpy looking guy with big ears. But he simply lifted a glass and said, “Here’s looking at YOU, kid.” And suddenly, the screen was full of her eyes.

Hey Wonder Wench…Here’s looking at you, kid. Thank you

 I’ve been called a hopeless romantic. And I’ve thought about that a lot. It seems to me that the only way you can be a romantic is if you are full of hope. So full of hope, that you can warm somebody else with the feeling of it. If that somebody else has walked away, I hope you won’t let your memories freeze your hope to death. Love is contagious. You can never tell when you’ll catch some.

If you think our Valentine’s Day card podcast might put a smile on the face of some of your facebook friends, that would be fine by me. And if they’re feeling kind of down…tell them what Big Louie always says…”Don’t let the loving that’s disappearing in your rear view mirror get in the way of the loving that might be waiting right down the next block.”


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  1. Dick says:

    Wow. Lots of emails on this one. Happy Valentine’s Day.