On this day April 15 in between mit’n drinnen, we’ll stop at the pitch and putt in our local Calaveras County. We’ll be careful to watch for the jumping frogs as it is their high season.

With dejavu on our breath we’ll turn up the radio that is set to Cousin Brucie on our local WABC am.

The top is down on our new yellow mustang convertible, our hair (what is left of it) blows in the late summer breeze ( which makes us feel fine.) We add some pedal to the metal and sing along to the catchy phrases “ in the village the mighty village The Lion Sleeps tonight.” “In this whole world, you can love but one girl. Let me be that one girl. For I’ll be true to you.” We will wait patiently, we understand the Duke of Earl is about to arrive. We hear he’s shrouded in Blue Velvet the kind that’s softer than satin in the light.

We heard they added some new holes at the aptly named Periwinkle Pitch and Putt. One hole is named after Mark Twain and one named after Shania. We are thinking maybe his great niece. We’ll try their new chili dogs and awful awfuls. How about a peppermint stick (a la Howard Johnsons) ice cream cone for dessert and call it a near perfect walk down memory lane.
As we wake up to devastating news on the daily, in the core of our arena, we thought exhuming a moment in time when the term “homegrown criminals” only existed on Breaking Bad, when access to weapons were not readily available to 14 year old children and when the alarm system in our house (who had those growing up?)- didn’t go off because armed villains were coming into your safe haven to steal the black and white T.V.’s. you watched Bonanza on.

So just for today, pick up a T.V. Guide and look to see what time Gene Rayburn is hosting The Match Game on NBC. We are all in Jeopardy.