I was just KIDDING !!!

Before you scroll down to my new blog posting, “GOOGLE THIS,” I feel compelled to make the following declaration: “What we've got here is failure to communicate!”

That statement is from the movie “Cool Hand Luke” and is one of the most quoted lines in film. As I remember, it was said by actor Strother Martin, Captain of the prison guards, to Paul Newman just before he hit him over the head with a stick (he needed to get his attention).

“Failure to communicate.” I think I might have failed in my blog posting of “The Fat Cat.” I had suggested that in order to cure the nation’s spreading (pun intended) obesity epidemic, Girl Scouts might consider changing their annual Girl Scout COOKIE campaign to selling Girl Scout SALADS instead.

I now believe that my quirky sense of humor got the best of me and I erred on the side of what one might call, “pursuing a dumb idea.” Judging from the underwhelming amount of comments I have received (would you believe one?), I think that some of you took me a little bit too serious. Example: I received one email that explained in detail how selling salads outside in the heat of a supermarket parking lot was next to IMPOSSIBLE. The lettuce would wilt, etc., etc.

Or… the “failure” could have been the picture I used to introduce “The Fat Cat.” If that is so, I really can’t understand it. That happens to be my favorite picture of me. It was taken off the air by a fan while I was doing a special effects routine while lip-syncing the Al Hirt trumpet rendition of “Hello Dolly.” And, it is also my daughter Jennifer’s favorite picture of me. She displayed it prominently on her dorm dresser when she was away at school. When classmates asked who that person was, she proudly told them, “MY DAD!” Please scroll down and take another look at that picture. The beauty of it is in the beholder. And I would be beholding to you if you would give it a second chance.

All that said, I promise that I will never write again about weird thoughts I conjure up in the shower (highly considered as my best idea place). This communication failure not only caught me with my pants down, it verified the fact that I might have been just a little bit wet behind the ears.

Please let me know what you REALLY want me to write about on this blog and I will meekly comply. Like I do all of my singing, I will keep the funny stuff for the sound-around-sound of my drip-filled shower: me, judging from the response, being the biggest drip of them all.

Stay tuned.

Eh … how about Girl Scout fat-free Pastas?