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February is when Mother Nature crouches down, ready to Spring. This podcast encourages us to crouch down, and get ready with her. It won't be long now till Mother Nature Springs up with lovely flowers in her hair.

If you were God, and you wanted to make a month as uncomfortable as August, but cold instead of hot, so you made February, (with the brrrr in it for the cold) but people kept calling it FebUary, you'd be ticked wouldn't you? SO this podcast says, "DON'T GET GOD TICKED." Repeat after me. FEB-RRR-UARY. Thank you.

The B.B. King performance of "The Thrill Is Gone" is more than just a musical triumph. The back story will add a chill to the thrill. It's in this podcast.

"Nothing grows where Puddy the cat goes." A male cat's fantasy about leaving his mark. We all have fantasies. This podcast may help you see some of your...maybe forgotten... fantasies. If you do, please drop me an Email about it. Dick@DickSummer.com is my Email address. And, thanks.

This podcast is about the Gratitude Attitude. For example, if you're feeling old, be grateful, because lots of folks don't get that opportunity. Besides "Not young" doesn't ever necessarily mean "Old." There's also a story about a "Slip away wife" in this podcast. It happens. Give a listen please.

I grew up in Brooklyn, in the days and nights of Louie-Louie, when men were men and women knew their place. When the guys in my neighborhood weren't hanging out on the stoop singing do-wop versions of Louie-Louie on nice Summer evenings, we spent thoseevenings telling each other great lies about our magnificent deeds of daring-do, invincibility, and courage. When a guy had guts, we said he had balls. Way back then, most of the girls just sighed, smiled knowingly at each-other, and giggled a little. At least I think that's what they did. I'm not sure because most of the Brooklyn girls in those days had something much more powerful than balls. They had beauty...in their soft summer sweaters and skirts. Yes, soft Summer sweaters and skirts. That's how Brooklyn girls dressed in those days...and nights. And now I can tell you...all these years later...that their beauty scared the hell out of us. All of us. Including me. Hear me out on the podcast please.

Once upon a time, a long time ago, my Lady Wonder Wench taught me the magical power of "Wanton." She taught me with just a flick of her eyes and a small jump of her left shoulder. All I did was say, "Hello." It was at the end of a long and exhausting day. Fortunately for me, the echo of that "Hello" must have magically made me younger now than I was then. It taught me that life is much more than just getting tired every day. You'll learn some things about yourself in this podcast too. Please give a listen.

Mysteries in this podcast. Like Who Let The Dogs Out? Why do all the flavors of fruit loops taste exactly the same? Why are delicate eggs packed in flimsy cartons, while husky batteries are packed in bombproof plastic containers? Lots of mysteries in this podcast.

A few of your favorite voices may not be around to sing Auld Lang Syne this year. This podcast contains a voice that I was afraid might not be with us...but thank God, she is here to sing the song. You're welcome to join in if you like. Thank you for spending some of your precious time with me in 2018. And I hope we'll have some time together in 2019. HAPPY NEW YEAR.

What does a three year old say about Christmas. It's in this podcast. Merry Christmas to every one of you who listens to the Good Night Podcast.

To Holy Hell With Well I say. Instead...Start The Spark With Hark! At least for the Christmas season, when somebody asks you a question, don't start your answer with the word "well." Use the word "Hark" instead. It will get people's attention better. Think what it did for the Herald Angels. They even got away with rhyming "proclaim" with "Bethleheim." As in "Hark, the the Herald Hosts proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem." If you start your answer with "Hark" instead of "Well" think of the attention your answer will get. As in "Hark, yes I'm pregnant." "Hark, no there'll be no raises this year." Then you can don your gay attire and go for a ride in a one horse open sleigh on Rt. 95, all the while singing Fa La La La La as you go. This podscast is...so...FESTIVE.

This podcast is about Christmas, and particularly one Christmas Carol...performed by my favorite musician, my son Dave. Merry Christmas.

This podcast is about Christmas memories, hopes and fears. Some of the things we've done together, my Lady and I...and some of the things we hope to do...maybe this Christmas. My favorite Christmas story is in this podcast. I hope it might find a place in your Christmas celebration.

Time to ask you to hunker down and send me a note about the season...Christmas, Hanukkah, Solstice, Kwanza...what ever season you celebrate. What does it really mean to you. That's what this podcast is about. My email address is Dick@DickSummer.com. I'll be using your thoughts all month. Please send 'em.

Excess humility! That's the major challenge facing today's man. This podcast is about a Thanksgiving when I started the "Men Are Saints" campaign. (M.A.S. for short.) It started when my Lady Wonder Wench asked me to open a jar. AND I COULDN'T. But SHE DID. It was awful. She just said "I wiggled it." (The lid on the jar.) It went downhill from there. Give a listen please.

This podcast is about about how far your experimentation should go...when your partner is involved. Think it can't happen to you? Are you sure? Give a listen and let me know what you think. My Email is Dick@DickSummer.com.

Americans spend an average of 110 days a year in what's called a "Dark Mood." I found an answer to that. Just roll down the car window, and hang your left elbow out in the sunshine. You'll begin to feel like the "King of the Road." "Louie Louie Generation" folks will understand. Air conditioning was so new, bars and movie theaters advertised the fact that they had air conditioning, so you could come in and cool down while you watched a movie or sipped your suds. Most of us who lived in big cities slept on our fire escapes on hot summer nights. I was a Coney Island life guard back then. There were fireworks every Tuesday night at Coney Island in the Summer. And sometimes the best fireworks took place under the boardwalk. My girlfriend's name was Matilda in those days. "Girlfriending" was different back then. Matilda was heavily influenced by the teaching of Sr. Mary Knucklebuster. That teaching did not include "Hooking Up"...unfortunately for me. I was more influenced by the teaching of Hugh Heffner...wh

I like to think that I'm a hand some guy. Not necessarily handsome, but definitely hand some…as in the body part you have at the end of your arm. Hand-some-ness is a fading art. One good use of your hands is rubbing your lady's feet. Another is just holding hands with your lady. I was walking down the street with my Lady Wonder Wench recently when a guy approached me with tears in his eyes, and he said, "I want to thank you for holding hands with your lady. I used to hold my wife's hand all the time. She's holding hands with the Lord now." A gentle touch on the face also sometimes gets a smile.. You understand, I'm sure. There's a story in this podcast called "Lovin' Touch." It's a touch put into words. Give a listen please. Because I really believe that "Touches are better than words, but words are better than nothing." I think way too many people's hands are full of their cell phones instead of somebody else's hand. And I think that's really too bad. Give a listen, please.

My Lady and I walked into the Applebees Grill & Bar the other day. Sitting right by the door, was a young guy nursing a bottle. When he saw my Lady, he tossed the bottle on the floor and reached for my Lady. This podcast explains what happened next.

It's not as complicated as doctors are telling us. This podcast explains why so many guys hang out at singles bars rubbing their back legs together to attract women. Give a listen please.