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Naples, Florida
I like to laugh. If you don't, please hit whatever button escorts you from the premises immediately. I write a humor column for the Naples Daily News called, get this, "Life is Heald." It's about life as we all see it, just from a pair of rose-colored glasses that need cleaning. I tell stories, I rant about things that drive us all to the point of filling out a gun permit, I make fun of you and I make fun of me. If I can't use it in the column for whatever reason, it ends up here. Sometimes, you'll need to read the column to know what I'm writing about, but often the posts are just random, drive-by thoughts that entered my brain and exited my fingers. Just a flesh wound, so don't go dialing 911 about anything you read here. This is not one of those blogs that will tell you how many prunes it took to jump start my last bowel movement or what grade the kid got on his math test. The good stuff, I save for the Christmas newsletter.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Large Pepperoni for Fidelity!

     I watch the sitcom "Two and Half Men," a fact of which I am growing less and less proud of these days, but there is a recurring role of "Gordon," the pizza delivery guy.  He's 40 years old, and it is usually a part of the joke that he's still delivering pizza at his age, not exactly have scaled the career mountain, if you know what I mean.  Now there is a Fidelity Investment commercial (the people with the green line their client follows) that stars none other than J.D. Walsh, or as he's more famously known, Gordon, The Pizza Delivery Guy.  It just seems like there is some humor in there somewhere.  Perhaps casting should have done a little more homework, or perhaps Fidelity aims to help all comers, but I have a feeling that if I delivered a pizza to the local Fidelity office, then sat down and pulled out a wad of ones and said "I've had a pretty good day with tips, what say we get one of those green lines started for me?" I don't think the advisors are climbing over the counter to get to get to me.  The pizza, maybe.  Me?  Not so much.

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