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WAYNE’S WORDS
Volume 1 Number 5
Nothing.

What to say? What to say? I don’t know

It is time for another installment of this little thing and I am actually at a loss for words; a loss for Wayne’s Words.

You suck, Wayne. How hard can it be to come up with something to write about in a week?

It doesn’t seem like it would be difficult, but it is sometimes. Over the past week I have thought of many things to write about, but I am just not “feeling it” for any of those topics. Now I sit down to the keyboard and nothing really comes forth and my mind wanders (due to the ADD with which I am afflicted).

I am leaving for Beaumont, Texas in just a couple of hours. Wee! I am traveling to hurricane alley during the height of the season and… it will just be hot and hellishly muggy.

Las Cruces, however is supposed to get a little hurricane action as soon as I leave. I have seen this one spelled three different ways on different web news sites. It is Henrietta, Henriette or Henriett. I am not sure which is actually right, but the City of the Crosses should see a little of it while I am in Texas.

Again my mind wanders… “One foot on the brake, one on the gas” The lyrics to Sammy Hagar’s I Can’t Drive 55 keep coursing through my pea brain. I must have heard it earlier today. I wonder if Sammy is happy these days since the speed limit is usually 75 mph. I think he is probably still unable to maintain and observe the appropriate speed limit. Some people are never satisfied.

“And we danced, like a wave on the ocean. Romanced, we were liars in love” Now what? The Hooters And We Danced lyrics are now rattling around. I know I didn’t hear that one today. Were they clever with their little fancy name - The Hooters? Why are they not the house band at that sports bar with the cleavage? Is that just too obvious? I think not. I bet they would do anything for a gig now. I know they took their name from a nickname for the melodica, a type of keyboard harmonica which is German in origin and made by Hohner and as much as I liked their songs (they were catchy), I am now wondering if The Hooters weren’t just a bunch of boobs?

Is Happy Days available on DVD yet? I miss that show. It was actually a nice half hour of fun. It was pretty wholesome and honesty and integrity always ended up winning out in the end, even for Fonzie who was a hoodlum that grew and matured to finally be a business owner. If, today, we would just remember the words of wisdom often voiced by Al Delvecchio, “Chachi, Chachi, Chachi,” all of our problems would be solved.

Chachi, Chachi, Chachi – so true, Al, so true.

Crap, I gotta go catch a plane.

Until Next Time,
Wayne