Thanks for voting for me every single week. I’m a dark horse, canvassing you until you’ve been completely covered in my handbills. A baby kisser from way back, I only want to nominate you to be my running mate.  You… Read more ›

I know…we go through this every week. I talk about how I lay myself bare for you at the show. I wax on about how good you are to me for being there. But you know I wouldn’t keep telling… Read more ›

Some of us Think Tank types have been known to stay up late on occasion. We all have our own ways of coping with the situation.  A late night chat, getting into the car for adventure, or by just trying… Read more ›

Oh, I dig it, baby.  You don’t even know how much. You make me laugh and smile and just feel so darn good. No wonder I want to give it all back to you whenever I can.  I want to… Read more ›

I don’t take you for granted. I know that you could go elsewhere to get what most of what I give you. But yet you keep coming back to me. You can get it online.  You can get it via… Read more ›

It seems like hardly a minute goes by during the week that I don’t find myself thinking about you. What am I going to do for you next? How much longer is it until I get to do it? What… Read more ›

Sometimes by the end of a full evening doing Bubbles in the Think Tank, I feel positively weak.  I’m spent from a night lingering over your silly needs. I do long to assure that all of your hopes are realized… Read more ›

We have an asymmetrical affinity. I do the show and I am wee.  I am diminutive in the shadow of the silliness I bring to you.  Or is that the shadow of your stick shaking from all of that silliness? … Read more ›

Last night was one of those nights. One of those nights where there was just no way I was ever going to get enough of you. One of those nights where you kept begging me for more.  And I wanted… Read more ›

I can be demanding at times.  I insist on having what I think it is I want, because it just sounds so good.  Yet what I get in reality is oft times better. Other times, I haven’t a clue.  That’s… Read more ›

I’m still recovering from last night’s 4 hour radio extravaganza.  We started things off with the Not-So-Classic Rock Mine sitting in for Mike and Lyle, then moved right on into the eye of the silliness with Bubbles in the Think… Read more ›

Still feeling a bit fussy following this week’s show, so I won’t blather on. What happened, you ask?  The show was perfectly lovely, but events outside that perfectly manicured bubble were incongruous to the love shared within. I shall merely… Read more ›

I think it would be superfluous to add any comment on current events if I doth quote “Lemmings’ Lament“: We all want to go underground and get back to the earth, We don’t want nothing if it isn’t free. A… Read more ›

While the WMFO transmitter has been at the spa, I’ve had chance (no…I’ve made the choice) to listen to a Boston area talk radio station during my weekly drive in to the show.  It’s been a harrowing experience.  The talk… Read more ›