Monday, April 26, 2010

Lee Marvin...on a Train...with a Baseball Bat...

Sorry to have checked out for a couple days -- a case of the flu put me flat on my back. Or maybe it was a boxcar full of the flu. That would explain why I dreamed that Lee Marvin was beating the hell out of me on a flatcar somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.

Let me tell you, there's not enough Extra-Strength Tylenol in the world to take care of that kind of misery, brudda. Today's lesson is that you don't mess with the Emperor of the North Pole. I don't mess with the flu, either. I'll be back soon with more scintillating content for you, including the last part of The Bradbury Shelf feature. In other words, that stuff sitting on my bookshelf isn't going anywhere, and neither am I.