I wish the South liked Hockey more. Guess the climate isn’t exactly conducive.

I confess, I prefer the days when players weren’t required to wear helmets. Yes, I’m that old I almost remember those days, certainly “grandfathered” players anyway.

Still- Go Hawks!

Today marks 6 years since Mike and I assumed the Deed of ye olde Gull Reef Club (aka our house aka the America’s Debate Radio studio).

Come May, Mike and I will have been together 13 years. Thus, for almost half that time, we have lived here. Here, in this house. In no place else.

I’ve never loved a house the way I love this one. Sure, it’s old (89 years this year), sure it needs a hell of a lot of work, but sure – it’s ours. I’ve always had a bit of amazement we scored this place when we did. The odds usually aren’t in our favor. Yet, somehow, we managed to merge my childhood and adult dreams regarding homeownership and landed a huge place in Georgia, with lovely white pillars, within city limits. We never win anything; yet we won with this place. I’m certain I will have to sacrifice my first born for this.

Yet, it’s home. The real, true definition of home.

Home, home again…I like to be here when I can…

Beachcomers, have you noticed the death of all things funny? Your Innkeeper has.

Comedy’s been dying for awhile (at least the last 81 days or so). We just can’t laugh anymore. The only exceptions are a few Canadian sitcoms* and the occasional 30 Rock. What is wrong with us? Why can’t we laugh anymore? This sucks. Loosen up. Laugh. It’s healthy. I’m sick of sighing and harumphing.

*Corner Gas and Less Than Kind. The former going off the air this year, and the latter, in it’s first season. Let’s hope it sticks around. We seriously need to laugh, even if we must resort to imported funniness. Is this covered by NAFTA?