With all the crap that is passed off as music on the radio today, it’s nice to know that Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra are as close as my mp3 player.
People that spend more than five minutes at the ATM should have their card confiscated.
I went to the mall the other day to get a pair of sneakers. I’m now the old kind of out of touch guy that the kids are all afraid of. I think I like it this way.
I’m going to Las Vegas in August. It’s been three years since I’ve been there. I love that town.
Some of the greatest therapy I’ve ever had has been when I’m alone, at my pool table, just pocketing balls with Sinatra playing on my radio. It’s amazing how much stress relief it provides.