Blogs
Bra Salesman
Al was your textbook wheeler-dealer, always on to the next thing. Funny part is that he believed in every exploit, jumped in with both feet, wallet and all. Take, for instance, the time he sold “push-out bras” in people’s living rooms (think Amway meets Cross Your Heart).
He even conned my mother into hosting a breastwear party in her living room. And I, like any boy, hid under the stairs where I could see my dad “educating” this circle of women wearing nothing but push-up bras. Al smoked his pipe as he held court, truly in his element. The only rooster in the henhouse.
TIGER WOODS
I’d like to weigh in on the Tiger Woods press conference.
Konsumption Karma
I just finished traveling with my ten year old Justin. I should just call him “Karma.”
I cannot believe how many things he does that duplicate the way I behaved when I was a boy. The man upstairs, who sometimes I think might be operating from “downstairs,” must be playing jokes on me. Maybe the Big “G” was in the front row one night and I offended him? Should I have yelled out a “Gosh Darn” when I slammed my hand in the door, instead of “damning” the moment?
Loaf Day
Some days, I like to take a mini vacation, not of the traditional family variety where I book a flight to a tropical destination, but the kind where I vacate the premises of my mind.
There is no such thing as turning off all brain noise like I’m flipping a power switch. I do meditate and contemplate, but there is always something percolating in my busy mind.
“I have to call my cousin and tell her I can’t attend her wedding.”
"Are the dogs fed?”
“I have a great idea to make some extra cash – a service where you jot down people’s ideas and then execute them!”
Economy
Here's an old blog I found. Originally written on Dec. 11, 2008.
“It’s the economy, stupid.” Or is it “the stupid economy?”
They say that folks vote on the economy more than any other issue. Voters look at their bank account and give the nod to a candidate based on their financial situation.
Let me tell you a little known problem I am having with some audience members…
As most of you know, I perform lengthy shows that are a good deal longer than most comics. I lay it all out there every single show and hope that the audience is exhausted and laughed out.
Usually after the show I hang out and meet the people who stop by to see me. I enjoy the face to face time with the audience and I have been posting all the photos we take together.
Things that are hot.
under pressure
Let’s face facts. Women are judged by the way they look. Guys by how they perform, like how much money they make. There are no Men’s magazines showing pictures of women getting college degrees: “Look at this girl, she’s a thinker.” Contrarily, Women’s magazines are not filled with men in thongs. You never hear about a television Oscar special about the fashion secrets of actors and the tuxes they wear. “Mister Hanks, you look fabulous in black, is there any truth to the rumor you changed designers?”
new york city
I really enjoy visiting
Rape…it’s a violent crime not a “sexual act.”
Rape…it’s a violent crime not a “sexual act.”





