TWO POPES

Not one, but two, have made it through.
The most holy, I bow down.
John XXIII, John Paul II
In heaven wears a crown.

I remember St. Gregory Barbarigo,

The nuns made childhood hard you know
I would have listened more for show,
If I knew saints came in stereo.

60 Seconds inside a Bimbos' Head- Easter

Easter Sunday is this Sunday…I think its Sunday… Yeah, it’s always a Sunday… I always have to work the day after…Of course, once again, people are going to bring candy to work…Why can’t they just eat their own kid’s candy?  No, they have to bring it to work and make fun of me for not eating any? I’m sorry, but I don’t stay the hottest girl in the office by eating like them…I wonder if the new girl, Candy is going to bring candy…I hope she brings something healthy like peaches…That’s weird, Peaches in accounting always brings fruit…Alfredo always brings a cream dish, Rueben always brings up stupid sandwiches…They sure talk stupid about food... Maybe, they’re trying to screw with me, everyone knows I don’t eat red meat, just chicken, fish, and roast… Thank God, roast is brown… And I’m really glad Peeps are chicken, something sweet, that I can eat at Easter…Easter Sunday, good God, it sure is a lot of work. It should be one of those religious holidays….

 

Mickey? Andy?

           With the death of Mickey Rooney, many news anchors, when telling of the news, have gotten the names “Mickey” and “Andy” mixed up. Both were famous “Rooneys,” but both, now being dead, won't care. I don’t think so, anyway.

            I’ve been called the wrong name a few times in the public forum, it, always giving me a chuckle, my mediocrity being somewhat of success. On live TV during a telethon the co-host kept calling me Larry Wyatt. The third time I felt compelled to correct him, and added, “Well, at least we now know who’s a bigger star.”

            Also, the wrong name was put in a program by a community theatre group who had me listed as Larry Hunt. I was playing the lead. They apologized and said they would change it but it was the night before opening. Being community theater and rather amused, I said heck no. I figured I’d get much more mileage out of friends opening the program and start laughing before I even take the stage.

            Years before I moved to Houma, La. there lived a very popular Reverend Hyatt who actually had red haired kids and naturally people putting two and two together would come up with three and mistake me for one of his sons. When asked how my father was, I would say, “Oh Lord, he’s drinking again and running around on my mother with Mrs. Steck. The young women who worked at the church. It’s not pretty.” (Just kidding, but it would have been funny.)

            I’ve received mail, with my address on the envelop sent to Larry Flint, Wyatt Hyatt, Larry Byatt (which I thought was a key punch mistake) and others. Plus, when Larry Hite gets arrested and shows up in the police beat, people think once again, Larry’s in trouble.

            If I went to another market I’d use a handle on the radio. I like the idea of taking a local lake in the area and put the name “Blake” in front of it. There is a lake in the area pronounced “Da-cad.” “Blake the Cad” has a rebel attitude that might be fun to work with. Blake Erie sounds like it would be a lot more fun.

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