I, Rick, the author of this blog, am back.  I had become obsessed with getting to know a new character to introduce into this blog — the Curmudgeon — and before I could say stop in the name of love or finally find out what’s in Davy Jones locker, now that the Monkeys crooner is no longer around to safeguard the treasure chest, the character took over my thoughts, “forcing” me to give him full rein for a few days in a side blog I created just to let his voice be heard.

The life of a writer like me is rarely complex but it sure is tough on the days when I want to dive into a person I’m not, or not yet, or never will be, or…

In any case, if you’re interested in what the Curmudgeon had to say, read here:

Welcome to Curmudgeons Anonymous, The Twelve Angry Steps Program

Congrats to the UT Vols men’s basketball team on a great win last night — fun to watch an overtime game in which your alma mater puts a W in the record books.  At least no one jumped into the crowd and caused a Montoya-sized NASCAR fireball to halt the game for 2 hours.

You know what I’m saying: “My name is Inigo Montoya.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die!”

Now, back to global fun and games, where Hillary has bigger cajones (surely not cojones!) than Kim Jong-un…