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Back In The Saddle Again

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I never officially retired from comedy.     I kind of faded into the sunset.  I suppose I could trace the time back to when Jay Leno quit the Tonite Show.  He tried to help me get together with Jimmy Fallon, but it just didn’t work out. And when I stopped writing jokes every day for Jay,  maybe the sense of urgency to “think funny” stopped.      But I firmly believe that the cumulative effect of my son’s drug addiction, coupled with him being shot, arrested, and spending 7 years in a federal prison, caused something to die in me.  It was comedy. What used to be a burning desire to write and perform shrunk to a pilot light. It didn’t seem to matter anymore. I have told close friends that dealing with all the problems my son had raped me of my spirit.  It was collateral damage from his drug use. Addiction sucks.   So, aside from the occasional smart alec remark on social media, I left comedy alone.  Oh, I would occasionally find some things that are funny.  I still liked to make my frien

A Bad Choice Of Words

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As woke as this world has become, as much as everyone is concerned about insensitive remarks, as much as it seems that every person in this country has a Gotcha Mentality, I’m writing to tell you not to give up hope.  I believe there are still lots of people that prefer to laugh rather than accuse someone of sexism, racism, communism, anti-Semitism, cannibalism, atheism, plagiarism, or Lord knows how many other kinds of -isms. Why?  Because of an experience I’m about to share with you.  I had been doing Thursday night visitations on behalf of our Methodist church for years.  It’s no  typo - I’m a Methodist,  and I did visits.  So, I’m sure if there are any Mormons or Jehovah’s Witnesses reading this, they probably need smelling salts. That’s because Methodists doing church visits are about as common as BBQ pork restaurants in Jerusalem.                .    The premise was simple.  Every week, me and my partner would stop at random houses and knock on random doors.  The idea was to “mak

Not Woke And Not Broke

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An early pic of me and Steve Harvey. I just read where Steve Harvey said he won’t be doing stand up any more.  And the reason is one that we have all heard before. Steve calls it the cancel culture.  According to him, you have to watch every word you say for fear of reprisal from someone who gets their feelings hurt.  In addition, if a joke isn’t in line with what you are “supposed to believe” you are going to get hammered.  What a shame.  Steve Harvey is one of the funniest guys I’ve ever seen. Years ago, I was fortunate enough to open for him at the Comedy Club in Birmingham, Alabama.  This was early in his stand up career.  Even after watching his act a half dozen times, I still found myself howling with laughter. I knew he was on the fast track to the big time.  And to have him quit stand up because of what he calls “political correctness” is a huge loss for anyone with a sense of humor.   Of course, Steve’s 100% correct. People just can’t take a joke anymore. And of all the perpet

A Pain In The Chest Is A Pain In The Butt

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I’m sitting in my living room exhaling in relief. Why?  Because  I just ripped about 10 of those sticky heart sensors off of my chest.  Did it hurt?   If you’ve watched the scene in the 40 Year Old Virgin when Steve Carrell gets his body waxed, you know the answer.  Just hearing the sound of hair being torn from my body is painful. Worse, when I looked in the bathroom mirror, all the bare spots on my chest makes me look like I have mange.  I know it doesn’t compare to women giving birth, but it was no fun.  This is what can happen when you spend an evening in the emergency room.  My trip to the hospital came up unexpectedly.  I woke up not feeling great, and by mid-afternoon had some tightness in my chest.  This triggered one of my Fundamental Rules of Life: we have two eyes, two ears, two kidneys, two lungs, and one heart - which needs to work properly in order to power everything else.  With that thought in mind, the next step was a no brainer: I got in my truck and drove to the near