sunday morning musing

first of all, UNLV football really sucks. they got beat by colorado state which had not won a game all year long. unlv ran up 559 yards of total offense and still got beat by 25 points. can't wait until basketball season especially since i now have season tickets (my birthday present from rhonda) ((which is a unique aspect of married life, she gives me something for a present but a. we both pay for it and b. we both use it...but it is my present.)) (((i am thinking of giving her a new driver (golf club) for her birthday; we could break the rule...she doesn't play golf but i do. i don't think she will get the humor in that though)))

after tonight, i don't perform again until thanksgiving week when i will be in atlantic city. a month off to play poker and work on the book. thankyoujesus.

the "great escape" story may end up being a regular part of my show and has the potential to be as good as "the world's greatest dope story" because you don't see the ending coming. i am going to do it again tonight and see how it goes. the other two comics and the staff all thought it was a stunning story and i think, with practice, it can become a real centerpiece.

thanks to everyone who sent birthday greetings. i usually don't pay attention to birthdays but i was conscious of turning 65 which has always been, in my mind, the age when you are "old." now that i am there, i don't think of myself as old but, by the same token, i cannot kid myself into thinking i am anywhere near "young." hopefully, i will be around for many more years, but to tell the truth, if i were to die tomorrow, i would still say to myself on my deathbed, "ronnie, you have lived a hellava life! rock and fucking roll." i have very few regrets and to quote frank, too few to mention.

so, my friends, see you on down the line.