Brother! Oh! Brother!

 

Love you! "Dear"-Brother!

 

 

Yeah! Brother-"John" (really) is a "good"-guy---

sometimes?...a bit on the intense-side! Hmm!

 

He loves to tell this joke about the late Don Rickles

before the comedian was a "big" star. Seems ole Don 

is in Vegas with a "young" chick when he spots the

"Chairman"- Frank Sinatra at a table with a couple of

"important"-people. Rickles excuses himself from the

dinner table leaving the "hot"-date alone. Rickles goes

up to Sinatra's party and buts-in telling Frank, "Mr. Sinatra,

you don't know me, but, one day I'll open for you. I'm

a comedian, Don Rickles. Could you come over to my table

and act surprised, like you know me, shake hands and say 

'Hello! Don! Nice to see you!". Sinatra tells him "No!" 

 

Rickles begs and pleads---finally...Frank agrees.

 

Back at the table, Don tells his "date" that he knows 

Frank Sinatra and will introduce her to the man.

She is skeptical, but, Don lays it on pretty heavy. 

 

As Rickles and his date's meal comes to their table,

Sinatra walks by, "recognizes" his friend. Don, and

stops to shake Rickles' hand and say "Hello!" playing 

along with the "gag" to impress the "Hottie" with Don.

 

As Sinatra buts-in to say "Hello!" Rickles puts up his 

hand and says, disgruntled, "Not now, Frank! We're eating!"

 

Supposedly---a true story...I don't know! 

 

Well! Today, I received a large order of copies of my 

12 books in paperback; I took one of each by Mom's 

to show her and Brother-John. He jumps off the deep 

end (all in "positive"-effort) to get them sold for me. 

(No! ---he did not buy...any!) He launched into this 

detailed plot to get Cardinal baseball announcer to  

read my books and promote them on local KMOX-radio.

 

Mike has a restaurant in Edwardsville IL so I should take

my books there, see Shannon, and get him to read my books 

and promote them. Good-plan!? I reckon so!? Hmm!?

 

I made a "few" kind jokes about such an ordeal (both for

Shannon and me). Brother-John called me twice before

we could even finish supper. (Sure! He means  well!)

 

Recalling his love of the Don Rickles's story, I called dear

Brother-John and said, excitedly, "Hey! Mike Shannon called! 

Wanted to buy 1,000 of each of my books!" I paused. Waiting. 

 

"What did you tell Mike!?" Came the unbelieving query.

 

"'I said, Not now, Mike. We're eating!' And, hung up!"

 

I sure enough reckon "humor" is an acquired taste!

 

Anyway---some nerve...Shannon calling me at dinner time! Hmpf!
(I didn't get a chance to ask---but...I doubt Mike even knows Brother-John!)

 

Oh! If  "Mike-y" calls back---sure...I'll sell him some books!

 

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