Amici,
It is me, Don What's His Name; I'm back! It is me,for your service,
Uncle Donnie. Mi chiamo Donnie!
On my end all is good, may your end be as mine, botta bip botta boop,
if you know what I mean? Sinatra sang, That's Life, flyin high in April,
shot down in May. But I won't let it get me done, coz this world keeps spinnin round!
Things haven't changed much; hanging out with the same pallies, eating the same food and
pounding the same old drinks.....That's Life!
Just the other day my trophy wife Betty made a dish, Whatta Dish my wife is by the way,
she made Ziti Al Forno, baked Ziti! Do I have to tell you how delicioso it was?
Do I have to tell you how perfect the pasta was, how perfect the sauce, the cheeses, the spices?
It, says Uncle Donnie wassa so good ! We ate it, capisce!
On another note, I have been thinking lately how many Pastors I have known
who remind me of certain celebrities. Striking was the resemblance to Jerry Garcia was a guy who
was my Pastor for almost twenty years. Greatful Dead right? Lets just call him Dennis!
For the past three years our Pastor looked just like the guy from The Longest Yard, Burt Reynolds!
Deliverance right? Lets call him Mark! This next guy I swear to you reminds me of Michael Keaton!
Only been attending his church for a month or so but every time I see this guy I'm thinkin
Mr. Mom or Johnny Dangerously. Its like I been goin to church at Graumans Chinese Theatre,
you know what I mean? We'll just refer to Him as Jeff.
Forty years ago Betty and I were married by a preacher who was the spittin image of Abraham
Lincoln. This guy, Dave. was a lot better volleyball player than Old Honest Abe was.
I guess he had that going for him!
All this writing is making me tired. It's probably time to hit the old fart sack(read go to bed)!
Sweet Dreams
Uncle D.
