Author Archives: Charley

Hello, it’s Charley again.  That’s CHARLEY with a capital ME, don’t forget it.  So, we have another holiday in America and the owner of this blog decides to put me in charge so he can “spend some time with his family.”  That’s great, I thought spending time with your family was something big-shot CEOs did when they get fired.  Enjoy your stuffing, buddy.

So he says to me, as he gives me the password to the blog, “Don’t tell bad jokes this time, just watch for comments and delete the ones that look like spam.”  So here I am, having the time of my life in front of this screen and making the most of this glorious opportunity.  Why doesn’t somebody write me a comment and give me something meaningful to do before my eyeballs dry up.

By the way, his password is COWABUNGA.  Oops.

Hello, this is Charley.  I am filling in for the host of this blog while he is on vacation.  Isn’t that the way it always works.  You have to wait for the man to give you some crumb of a chance, and when you do get it, no one is looking.  Everyone is out having a party, or returning clothes at Land’s End, but sure-as-shooting not reading this.  So I may as well say what I want.  He doesn’t control me.  And probably won’t be reading this either.

So I want to talk about cowboys.  That’s right, cowboys.  The kind that live on the range and boil coffee over a fire and cuss and punch guys who get out of line with the ladies.  Oops, someone just texted me, I gotta go.  Later.