Dickie-Quickie

November 25th, 2014

Looking for Christmas stories again this year. Please send yours to dick@dicksummer.com and check out www.dicksummer.com/podcast.

Here’s one from Proud Podcast Participant Ellen F:

Funny…I wasn’t thinking about Christmas till I got the podcast; even
> though it seems all of Manhattan is filled with Christmas decorations (the
> Rock Ctr Tree is not lit yet tho).
> I love this time of year! I am a December baby and so is my daughter. So,
> we get lots of presents!
> One of my favorite Christmas stories is the year my Mom got all three of
> us bikes! My Mom was a single mom (in the early 70′s working full time
> & going to college) and we didn’t have much money, but she was
> determined to buy us bikes! My little brother was only 3 or 4, so it was
> easy to get him a bike and put it together. But she knew she had to scour
> the pennysaver paper to find second hand bikes for me and my other
> brother. She was determined!
> That Christmas morning we got up early as usual; but couldn’t get to the
> tree because my mother blocked the access to it…we were so
> excited…what did we get?
> When we saw the bikes, we were so happy! Mine was the prettiest pink bike!
> I had that bike for years! Riding to and from school; riding in the park
> and throughout the neighborhood. It was one of the best Christmases
> because we really wanted bikes and didn’t know how Mom was going to get
> them for us!( my youngest brother thinks he got his from Santa!)
> You know, I don’t remember what happened to that pretty pink bike!
> It was so long ago. We are all grown up now.
> No pouting… just fond memories.
> Merry Christmas!
>

Lady Wonder Wench Writes

November 24th, 2014

My Lady Wonder Wench sent this as soon as this week’s podcast went up:

Of course I believe in Santa Claus. I still look under my bed just in case the jolly old elf left something there. Even when times were bad, my mother never let me down, although it took years for me to figure that one out. And my very own Santa Claus made me keep Christmas even when I’d stopped believing. It’s not “getting” something – it’s “having” a piece of the special night that returns light to the world even when it seems darkest. That light will return – look for it. 

No Pouting

November 23rd, 2014

I’m sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable, black leather poppa chair, looking out at the November-December weather here in the foothills of the Pocono Mountains. As usual, it’s no where near the Buffalo New York disaster scene. It’s just  quiet, gray and dreary. But, No Pouting, because Santa is about to swashbuckle 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. I know things are tough this year, but no matter how tough things may be…the price is right…so you may as well not pout, and just give him a shot.

Santa is lots of things to lots of people. But he pretty often gets a bum rap. He gets the blame for all the tasteless, crass, loud tv commercials for “The Biggest Sale Of The Year.” He also has to take the fall for “Taking Christ out of Christmas.” I think he deserves better. I think it’s time to thank Santa, because that stuff is not his fault.

Santa is a connector. Every year…no matter how old you are…he connects you to who you were when you got your first electric trains… a sled…or a bike under the tree…or your first Christmas kiss. And most important, he’s the connection to that distinct Christmas Eve “tuck you – in – so – Santa – can – come – with – his – reindeer – and – presents” feeling that your parents gave you. It was so safe…and happy…and real. And with a little luck, Santa helps you pass all that along to your kids…every Silent Night.

Of course, “He knows when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.” Not a bad reminder for us “Louie-Louie Generation” folks. Sometimes we slip. We tell terrible Christmas puns like, “As Adam said to his wife on the day before Christmas, “It’s Christmas, Eve.” I know. That’s awful. But…that’s right. No Pouting.

There’s also the one about how the custom of putting an angel at the top of the tree started. It seems one Christmas Eve, Santa was really harried. Mrs. Claus had burned the Fruit Cakes, the Elves were upset at their HMO providers, and one of Santa’s sleigh runners was broken. Just then, the angel he’d sent to bring home a Christmas tree walked in with the tree and said, “Where would you like me to put this tree, Santa ?” And so, the tradition of the angel at the top of the tree the twas born. Groans are ok…BUT NO POUTING ! Remember…“You better not pout, you better not cry…”yeah…we do too much whining and not enough smiling the rest of the year. Christmas is a very good time to turn that around.

One way to do that is something that’s in this week’s podcast. (www.dicksummer.com/podcast )   I call it, “Pick a person.” Check out the podcast please. Because Pick a person is a guaranteed simple way to put your pouts away. Please check it out in the current podcast. And if you like these podcasts and or the blogs, please forward them to a couple of friends. That would be a good way to grow our group.

It’s also time to send your favorite Christmas story to Dick@dicksummer.com .We’ll be using them all the way till Christmas. SO……here’s a Golden Goodie from my friend Paul Berge who wrote the Introduction to my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot. www.dicksummer.com       Paul is a heavy duty pilot and a big time film maker. He says: “You have to “Grow Up” to “get it.” No wonder I still don’t “get it,” Dick. I refuse to grow up. I still want a BB gun at Christmas and even if I do shoot my eye out, at least I got the BB gun. “You have to “Grow Up” to get it.”But I still want a real Lionel train under the tree… “You have to “Grow Up” to get it.”But I still have faith that we’ll eventually find Xray glasses that really work….And we’ll realize that Bosco is far superior to CocoMarsh…And the ‘59 Chevy was the best car ever…And Sandy Becker would’ve made a better Pope than that German guy…And Yoohoo in bottles…And Three Musketeers bars for a nickel…And nickels…And singing harmony on a warm summer evening out on the stoop…and nuthin’ to do…And no guilt about doin’ it. Merry All them holidays.

–Paul

Paul Berge
Ahquabi House Publishing, LLC
www.ailerona.com

Paul nailed it. Please…no pouting. Just send your Christmas stories to dick@dickSummer.com And thanks

Dickie-Quickie

November 22nd, 2014

CBS reports that talk show hosts in Florida “offered cash and prizes to anyone who created a disturbance” at a Bill Cosby appearance. I spent my adult life in the radio business, including doing talk for the NBC Radio Network. I am totally ashamed of these guys. As Cosby said, “Suppose somebody brings a weapon…” Whatever you think of Mr. Cosby, he has not been convicted of anything. And in America, last time I looked, you’re innocent until proven guilty. I think if those guys aren’t fired the station should lose its license.

Dickie-Quickie

November 22nd, 2014

My Lady Wonder Wench and I stopped in at a McDonalds for lunch the other day. There was a guy outside groping around in a trash can looking for something to eat. I gave him a buck and a smile. But I was wondering where he was going to spend the night, and the rest of the winter nights. And I was wondering why I was playing with the Skype on my computer while he was barely scraping by. That’s what today’s podcast is about. 

Wonder Wench Writes

November 21st, 2014

My Lady Wonder Wench is writing about some things in this week’s podcast. 

The good thing is, he really looks better than he did on Skype – for some reason, unless you wear lots of makeup, television of any kind (including Skype) makes you look washed out and . . . oollddd. Which is why you NEVER see me that way. I am not and never have been Tinker Bell, but that little lady had the right idea. Find a guy and stick to him like glue. No, not Crazy Glue, the old fashioned kind called love and attraction and fun and laughs and seeing stars and rainbows – and picking up the pieces when life hands you bad times.Of course, I might someday forgive him for messing up the commercials late at night when he wasn’t supposed to – and I had to “fix” things. But after all, he’s just a guy . . .

Dickie-Quickie

November 20th, 2014

If you haven’t read my book, Staying Happy Healthy And Hot yet, please do. It will prepare you for your journey through the next few years. You’ll learn that the older you get, the more important it is that you don’t act your age. You’ll learn that it’s hard work getting young again when you’ve let yourself get old, so don’t let yourself get old in the first place. 

Dickie-Quickie

November 19th, 2014

There’s stuff from my book “Staying Happy Healthy And Hot” in the current podcast, like if you rear end a car on the highway the first thing you should do is turn off your cell phone. And if you want to take a shot at show biz…maybe becoming a professional comedian… go ahead. If you fail as a comedian it’s ok because nobody will laugh at you. You’ll be encouraged to ask yourself things like, “If sex is the most awful, filthy thing on earth, why are we supposed to save it for someone we love? And on that subject, why do they call it necking? And how come only one of the three “R-s” begins with an R? Reading, writing and arithmetic. 

Dickie-Quickie

November 18th, 2014

Lots of different ways to look at things. The Puritans sinned by dancing, the Indians danced their sins away. This week’s podcast is about the Skype way of looking at things. 

Dickie-Quickie

November 17th, 2014

I loved being on the air late at night, and I called my listeners my “huddle,” as in when football players gather around to find out what the quarterback wants them to do next. I felt like the quarterback, calling the plays that would get all of us through the night. That was the goal… making it safely and comfortably all the way to dawn. There are lots of stories about that in my new book, Staying Happy Healthy And Hot.