I was originally going to write a story called – Rudy Rudy Rudy – in honor of my boyhood friend, Rudy, but I decided to go with Good Catholic Boys because it really is a story about more than just one boy. Spoiler alert!!! Good Catholic Boys will be posted Wednesday.
Rudy was practically begging me to write a story about him a few weeks ago on Facebook. He was suffering from “Mitch” envy. Rudy will play a prominent role in Wednesday’s tale.
I’d also like to mention that yesterday’s early post about BZ has caused me to suffer from “post posting” disorder today. Perhaps it’s “pre-posting” disorder. (I fell off of my Sunday/Wednesday wagon.) In any case, we changed our clocks today so I suspect that it’s OK for me to change my mind. Please note: This post will not make the final copy of my “I hope to publish one day” book, Blogging with Bob.
If you would like a special treat today, copy and paste the link below into your browser. While I’d prefer that Goober Pile was saying Rudy Rudy Rudy, I think that you’ll enjoy the original version as well.
https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=yfp-t-s&p=judy+judy+judy+andy+griffith#id=1&vid=44ef32f616da631e86b58d6ca872275f&action=click
Cary Grant actually did say Rudy, Rudy, Rudy. Goober Pyle misinterpreted. That story a few weeks ago wasn’t about me or Mitch. Pretty sure it was Bill Graham who had the potty mouth. All you guys lived north of fourth street – I wasn’t allowed to go that far from home by myself until I was twelve.