I’m baaaccckkkk….

Well, thought you had gotten rid of me that quickly?  Okay, I’ll have to admit even I thought I was done.

Here’s how bad it was going at the time I stopped blogging.  I was the only person who realized I had stopped blogging.

Starting up again is not like riding a bike.  Except for the chafing.  And I am wearing bicycle shorts.  Although our dog Murphy has no idea why.  He’s cowering in the corner as we speak.

Deciding to return to blogging, it helps if you actually have an original idea and I would hope over the past few months I would have acquired at least that.

So I turned 59 yesterday.  What can be said positive about turning 59?  My wife is 60?  That’s about it.

So far this has been, basically, the summer of Duffy.  I have, to put it mildly, let myself go.  That’s bad when you consider I was pretty far gone to begin with.  All in all it’s not that bad.  I still have a few clothes that fit me and my dark tan hides a few of the body rolls.  But September will be just around the corner and there’s always time to get into better shape just before the holidays and…oh, forget it.

Of course, now I make my promise to keep this blog, light, humorous, non-political….oh that F&%#(@ Trump!!!  Okay, now I feel much better.

Let’s forget about all of that as I’ve already resigned myself to the fact that we’re going to have endure this freak show for another 5 plus years.  But, stranger things have happened…such as in November of 2016.  Well, as Estelle Larson once famously said, “I can hope against hope”.  If you can guess that movie and it’s star you win a free guest subject appearance in my next blog.

Speaking of movies, if you haven’t seen it, go and see, “Yesterday”.  Even if you’re not a big fan of the Beatles (and if so, what IS wrong with you?) you’ll enjoy it.  And if you are a big fan of the Beatles, you’ll love it.

 Going to cut short our return blog before I say something that will offend the masses.  And of course I refer to the tumors…as there would be no other masses paying attention to this blog.  And for all of you tumors out there (or in there as the case may be), please continue to grow very slowly.  I like it here.

Let me leave you with this thought.  Domino’s is now offering “replacement insurance” on any pizzas purchased, then damaged, for example, dropped into a sewer or run over by a UPS truck.  My question is, how can they tell the difference?  Exactly what is their level of quality control when it comes to their pizzas even making it out of their shop in the first place?

Peace, see you soon.