OOPS, TOO LATE… NOW YOU HAVE TO READ MY ENTIRE BLOG POST…
SO….. Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder or smart phone these days no one talks about seeing UFOs like they used to? Well, almost no one. CNN reports that there are 500 “sightings” per month, but alas, most are aircraft (earthly ones) or weather balloons. I recently read that both Jimmy Carter and Dennis Kucinich are among the political class who swear to have seen a UFO. Somehow, this does not surprise me. I always wondered where their “home districts” really were.
Of course, there is another explanation… perhaps our intergalactic visitors have been furloughed due to the sequester? Takes a lot of fuel to go from Mars to Earth, and then there are the tolls. Not an easy trip. (The AAA map weighs 75 pounds!)
Well, in any case, I am not interested in heading north. No sir, my motto this week was “Go west, young man!” Heeding the words of Horace Greeley, I packed up the old Ford pickup and drove west, bound for a sold-out book signing/speaking engagement in the lovely town of Wimberley, Texas. (No, I did not go to Wimberley on a whim!)
I was actually invited, and I must admit, Wimberley is quite whimsical in a wonderful way. (Whew!) This was not my first trip to the lovely burgh, but the last time I was there I went swimming in the famous “blue hole,” a charming, spring-fed spot on Cypress Creek. If you haven’t seen this little gem, you owe it to yourself to take a drive out yonder. (If you go in April, you will see some truly amazing fields of Texas wildflowers.) Did you know that they named a flower after Dennis Rodman? (It’s called a “bloomin’ idiot!”)
So what else is new….. Well, last night we celebrated not one, but two birthdays! Miss Barbara (Talbott) and Miss Patty (Yanoff) reached an important milestone. (Actually, they are both several miles down the road, if you know what I mean.) Together with a large crowd of well-wishers (led by Judge Susan, and Helena and Lee Bomblatus) we ate, drank, made merry. (Merry was our waitress.) Thank God she didn’t complain about my tip. Geez, that would have been embarrassing!
During the birthday festivities, Judge Susan gave me a box of cheese pockets from a famous Dallas bakery (No, I will NOT post the name…. the lines are getting too long!) and as I peck away, I am devouring the last tender morsels of my morning treat. Bless you, Susan.
I will be sharing a beer or two with Larry Brill on Tuesday, so if you would like to meet this (semi) famous television personality, or learn about his forthcoming literary efforts, drop by North by Northwest around 5 p.m. (We should still be erect by then.)
After my sterling (make that silver-plated) performance at the poker table last week, I will be putting my title on the line this evening…. as I play in another W.S.O.P. tournament, challenged, as it were, by a host of pretenders-to-the-throne. Knaves! Varmints! Visigoths! (What the hell is that?) Do these fools really think they can beat the mighty COBRA? Have they read THE PRESLEY PLOT? Have they read MURDER ON MAIDEN LANE? (I couldn’t think of any other way to get the book titles into the blog.) Never mind, those are just rhetorical questions.
I will leave you with a thought I recently had. As I was driving back from Wimberly, I spotted a herd of cattle. Have you heard of cattle? I digress… So as I’m driving down the highway, I says to myself, “Steve, I says, who was the first person to look at a cow and say, ‘I think I’ll squeeze these dangly things and drink whatever comes out.’ ” Now there’s a fellow I’d like to meet. (Need I mention that he had a “lot of pull?”) Got Milk?
Well, I must run… another grueling day of writing, eating, drinking, and poker awaits the mighty Cobra! I hope everyone has a great week…. don’t forget to set your clocks ahead or back, depending on your political persuasion. Love to all…