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Arkansas Saturday

Saturday, July 24th, 2010

The only Southern state I had never been to was Arkansas. That finally changed, as today will be an Arkansas Saturday to remember. I will be at the state GOP convention in Little Rock, and then heading to the “Paint Arkansas Red Rally” in Hot Springs. I will be speaking in front of about 1200 people.

I am jut glad to be here. Every time I tried to get to Arkansas, something went wrong.

In late 2000 and early 2001, it looked like the two best football teams were the Oakland Raiders and the Tennessee Titans. They were on a collision course for the AFC Title Game. I had a ticket ready to fly to Nashville for the game, then drive to Memphis, and finally make it to Arkansas. I decided to put the ticket on 24 hour hold rather than buy it…just in case.

In a playoff shocker, the Baltimore Ravens stunned the Tennessee Titans. Instead of the South, I was headed to Oakland as the Raiders hosted the Ravens.

(What a waste of money….50 yard line, front row, and an @ss kicking.)

Two years later in 2002 the Titans and Raiders finally played in the AFC Title Game, but the game was in Oakland.

(The bad news was I was too scared to go. The good news is the Raiders won.)

I was still nowhere near Arkansas.

This 2010 trip to Arkansas was not easy. A simple flight from Los Angeles to Little Rock on Thursday, with a stopover in Las Vegas, seemed straightforward enough.

Awakened at 3:45am, I made my 6:15am flight from LA to Vegas. I could have gotten on my connecter and been in Little Rock by 2:30pm. That would have been the easy way. Apparently I never do anything the easy way. Oh well.

I was offered compensation to take a later flight, which would have gotten me into Little Rock by 9:30pm. A 7 hour delay is not thrilling, but the compensation was pleasant enough.

Of course the later flight was not a straight flight. I had to go from Las Vegas to San Antonio to Dallas to Little Rock. Two stops in Texas seemed insane, but airlines really are awful.

The trips to San Antonio and then Dallas were to be on the same plane, so at least that was convenient. How hard is it to stay on a plane, wait for the pilot to hit the head, and then continue on?

When we got to San Antonio the airline for reasons that nobody including the pilots understood decided to do a “plane swap.” To make things even more delightful, the connecter to Dallas was delayed 90 minutes. My inability to turn back time like Cher meant that I was not going to get to Little Rock.

I had the choice of staying in a hotel in San Antonio or Dallas. Since there were no direct flights from San Antonio to Little Rock, and everything went through Dallas anyway, staying in San Antonio made no sense.

They put me up in a nice hotel with a pool that closed at 10pm. On a day that started at 3:45am, getting in that pool at 9:45pm never felt so good. After 18 hours of partial hades, 15 minutes of heaven was all I needed to be relaxed again.

I was supposed to be a Friday 8am guest of Arkansas radio personality Dick Antoine. Being in Dallas made it tough to walk to the Arkansas studio. Thankfully I was able to call in and do the interview by phone.

At 12:45pm I took the one hour flight to Little Rock, and got there only 34 hours after my journey began.

I would have been enraged had the delays caused me to miss events, but the originald ecision tod elayw as mine, and I did not need to be there until today.

Some will wonder why it was so important to get to Arkansas.

It is important for the same reason I head to Nebraska next week. It is the same reason I go to places many others never see.

I am going to Arkansas for the same reason the guy climbs the mountain.

I am going to Arkansas because it is there.

People live there. There is something about each state that makes it different from the other 49.

This country is so amazing, and every state has beauty that cannot be described by merely reading a book or watching a television.

America is not coasts and flyover country. It is not podunkville. It is people.

No two people are alike. Arkansas gave us Bill Clinton, but it also gave us Mike Huckabee.

As for me, I am excited to have now been to every Southern State. At some point all 50 states will have welcomed me into their area.

For now, it is time to enjoy Arkansas Saturday.

eric

My July 4th Tea Party

Sunday, July 4th, 2010

My mother sent me something that will allow Americans everywhere to thank our troops.

http://www.letssaythanks.com

You can pick out  a thank you card and Xerox will print  it and it will be sent to a soldier that is currently serving  in Iraq.   You can’t pick out who gets it, but it will go to a  member of the armed services.

Today the Miami Shark and I are driving to San Juan Capistrano in Orange County. I am one of the featured speakers at a Tea Party.

Only in America could a guy like me get paid to tell people what he thinks.

There is so much opportunity in America. I am humbled and grateful to taste a small part of it.

Also, congratulations to Joey Chestnut for again bringing home the Yellow Mustard Belt at the annual COney Island Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest in Brooklyn.

As Lee Greenwood says, “God Bless the USA.”

God bless you all, and a safe and sane July 4th.

eric

Great Quotes From College

Saturday, July 3rd, 2010

So much for Highbrow Friday. Today is Low-Medium-Brow Saturday, with me being generous toward myself regarding the medium.

The Miami Shark and I are enjoying a patriotic weekend. So as America turns 234, I revert to being 18, which was in 1990.

20 years ago while in college I wrote down some thoughts. Most of them were mine, but some were said by others. While doing some long overdue cleaning, I found the piece of paper with the quotes.

God help decent society, but now I realize that the screws loose in my head began coming undone many moons ago.

With that, here are some great quotes of mine from college.

1) To truly enjoy the pleasures of the flesh…one must have…flesh.

2) He who hesitates…

3) Please always remember and don’t ever forget…

4) Don’t do dope while you’re stoned.

5) I want one type of woman…a deaf mute.

7) Vidi Vici Veni

10) With the exceptions of sex, money, and power, I don’t believe in transient goods.

11) It’s not easy being the white knight in a black world.

18) If losing your virginity was as easy as losing your soul, life would be f*cking good.

19) I proceeded to penetrate the deep dark chasm of her cranial cavity.

20) Not all children are adopted. Some people did it after they were married. Gross.

22) Those 3 little words that get guys off the hook…I don’t know.

24 1/2) They shouldn’t call it afterglow. Nobody glows after. They smell funny and their hair is messed up.

26) My conscience is clean. I never use it.

28) Classical music would be easier to understand if it came with the Looney Tunes words in parentheses.

30) When in doubt…Make up your mind.

32) Each time after I go to bed and before I wake up…I sleep.

33) Always be exact in math. Astronauts die because of approximations.

35) Balloons are like virgins. Once you pop them, they’re gone for good.

36) The grass is always greener on the side that gets watered the most.

Other people had other things to say.

6) You can’t live with ’em…pass the beer nuts. (George Wendt as Norm Peterson on Cheers)

12) Boxing is like ballet except there is no music, no choreography, and the dancers hit each other. (Deep thoughts by Jack Handy on Saturday Night Live)

13) I once got arrested for scalping low numbers at a deli. (Steven Wright)

17) Don’t drink and drive. You might hit a bump and spill your drink. (Unknown)

23) Mom, I’ve been in my room for hours, and now you want me to look at it? (Bill Cosby, Himself)

27) Ho! Haha! Guard! Turn! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Ha! Thrust! (Daffy Duck as Robin Hood dealing with Porky Pig as Friar Tuck. Then Daffy’s beak would fly up)

29) I reminisce with people I don’t know. It takes longer. (Steven Wright)

31) Platonic relationship–He wants to play, she wants to keep it tonic. (Unknown)

34) I’ve seen the handwriting on the wall…and it’s illegible. (Unknown)

The others are not worth repeating. I have done enough damage to society.

Somehow, despite me, America has soldiered on. Well done USA. Happy 234.

eric

Highbrow Friday

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

Before getting to politics, a sad football note. At age 85, former San Diego Chargers Coach Don “Air” Coryell passed away. I will do his official eulogy on Sunday, July 11. He was one of the greatest offensive minds in the history of football. He will be missed.

The Miami Shark and I are driving from Los Angeles to parts unknown for a nice romantic 4th of July weekend. Shopping, fireworks, and a Tea Party I am speaking at on the 4th of July in Orange County all await.

Some people may have noticed that this entire past week, my blog has been less of a blog and more of an online diary, which I detest when other people do it. In short, my readers are bored.

With all of the hard news events going on, why have I spent time discussing my visits to various GOP Conventions?

Because people do not know what they want.

People complain that they dislike negative campaign ads, but admit that they work.

People claim they want highbrow analysis and not lowbrow humor. Yet my highest rated column of the year in terms of blog traffic features pictures of hot political women. You claim to dislike infantile descriptions of yummy bouncies, but the spike in my blog traffic does not lie.

People claim that they want a more positive world, yet feed off of negativity.

Much of politics is negative. I spend a good deal of time bashing liberals, deservedly so.

Yet I have had so many positive experiences, and I decided to take the week thanking so many people who have meant a lot to my personal, professional, and political growth.

For years I theorized what was going on in America. Now I am seeing it with my own eyes, and it is beautiful.

This is an amazing country. We face tough times, but there are a ton of things to be happy about.

Sure I complain about the current political leadership, but I decide my own faith. The president and congress did not prevent me from building a business or meeting a wonderful woman that shares my zest for life.

After the last Roman Candle is lit and the last set of fireworks go dim, I am sure I will get back to hard core politics. I suppose I will go back to being grumpy.

I will be giving the people what they want. This blog is not about me. It is about politics (and of course football on NFL Sundays. We can’t forget that).

Yet for a few days I wanted to share what politics at its best should be about.

For those who were bored, you can wake up on Monday when we all go back to fighting.

At least for one week, I put ratings aside and provided glimpses of the best of America.

On Sunday America turns 234.

Politics will be there on Monday. For now, let’s enjoy our loved ones, cherish our freedom, and thank those providing that freedom.

Besides, this Sunday is the best Sunday of the year that does not contain NFL Football.

The Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest faces 3 time Yellow Belt defending champion and great American sports hero Joey Chestnut against his Japanese rival and previous 6 time winner Kobayashi.

I put aside partisan politics and listen to musicians who hold political views different from mine. John Cougar Mellencamp sings about Pink Houses, Bruce Springsteen waxes poetic about the Glory Days, and John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival reminds us that he is no Fortunate Son.

We can and should be partisan. Disagreements are healthy. Yet we must never lose sight of what we are fighting for. We have different means, but most Americans have the same good, decent, and noble ends.

Some will tell me to stop being happy, because the world is falling apart.

I have the best job in the world and the loveliest woman on Earth by my side. If that is not good enough, I do not know what is.

Others are hurting, but I was hurting too at one point. Things turned around for me, and they will for others as well. We are facing challenges, but we are will overcome them. As Ronald Reagan said, “We are Americans.”

I would say more, but it is time today to type less and live more.

The Tygrrrr Express is fireworks bound, with the Miami Shark in tow.

eric

The Otter Picnic

Saturday, June 26th, 2010

While attending the Idaho State GOP Convention, I was invited to partake in what seemed like a very strange ritual. As somebody who has only lived in metropolises like New York and Los Angeles, I am quite unfamiliar with the rituals in the Mountain West.

Yet even I was not prepared for what seemed like something different for a lover of animals like myself. I was invited to the 2010 Idaho Otter picnic.

While I have dined on elk, buffalo, and venison, I had never eaten otter before. It did not seem right. It actually seemed a tad barbaric. Maybe living in progressive (translation: screwed up beyond recognition) areas made me snobbish to those who have different fine dining tastes.

I did not see the otters running around before the picnic, which made me wonder where they would be obtained.

Oh, no. I hope I was not being invited to participate in an otter hunt. Kill it and grill it is a great slogan but I prefer my animals served to me already dead. I dont care how the cow is slaughtered as long as I get a steak. I wondered what otter steak tastes like. I bet people would say chicken, since everything including chicken tastes like chicken.

I wondered what the dietary laws would be on this issue being of the Jewish faith. Is otter meat even kosher?

Also, I did not want to go otter hunting. I staunchly support the Second Amendment right to keep and bear arms, but I am not an otter hunter. Like Dennis Leary, I prefer we kill only the ugly animals. Dont get me wrong, I dont mind clubbing baby seals or nuking the whales, but I draw the line at blasting baby otters to smithereens.

These Idaho people seem barbaric, not like enlightened coastal people such as me.

I do like meat and potatoes, and Idaho is the potato capital. So maybe they know their meat as well. I did once receive some delicious Idaho steaks in the mail. Maybe otter meat was a secret delicacy that those far away from Idaho had yet to experience.

The whole thing made me queasy. I could barely pick up my knife and fork. Then somebody brought me the sandwich. It tasted like ordinary cold cuts. Come to think of it, it was cold cuts.  Who knew that otter tasted like salami?

It turns out that was just salami. Otter was the main course.

I looked around for a warm furry creature, but instead a tall man with perfect hair that would make Mitt Romney envious walked in. People starting calling him over and shaking his hand.

Good to see you Governor Otter.

Governor Otter? The state of Idaho is led by an Otter?

http://gov.idaho.gov/ourgov/otter_bio.htm

Actually, apparently yes. He seemed quite human, and rather pleasant.

Apparently the Otter Picnic focused on the governor speaking about low taxes and creating a better business climate, without any shooting or eating of adorable little animals.

Ok, so it seems I jumped the judgmental gun like too many coastal elites tend to do. The sandwiches were as normal as anything I have tasted in California, although thankfully this picnic had no tofu. I would sooner eat otter.

After the meal I was prepared for them to call in the dogs, but the only thing resembling a canine came in the form of a Labrador.

http://www.labrador4idaho.com/

The Labrador is their congressional candidate.

They also have Bengal Tigers running around, which either means that Idaho state has a cool mascot or the state has lousy hunters and dangerous game running wild.

Otters, Labradors, and tigers, oh my!

Hey, it beats the political vermin in California.

Long live Idaho, home of the Labrador and the Otter!

eric

A pair of heartfelt Father’s Day songs

Sunday, June 20th, 2010

On this Father’s Day, it would be nice if my father could be healthy. Between being a Holocaust survivor and having a pair of open heart surgeries in addition to eye problems, he has not caught many breaks.

He and I are very different people with very different interests. He still remembers reading to me as a kid, and is amazed at how fast time flies.

On this day I am thinking of two songs. Neither of them are happy songs, but they are heartfelt. The first one was a song he sang to me when I was a kid. It was done by Jim Croce and redone by Ugly Kid Joe. It is entitled “Cats in the Cradle.”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=un2EfjEJAOA

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B32yjbCSVpU

The second song is by Mike and the Mechanics, entitled “The Living Years.” It is a very poignant song that is a good blueprint for fathers and sons everywhere.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGDA0Hecw1k

Here is “Cats in the Cradle.”

“My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it, and as he grew
He’d say ‘I’m gonna be like you dad
You know I’m gonna be like you’

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home dad?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, ‘Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let’s play
Can you teach me to throw’, I said ‘Not today
I got a lot to do’, he said, ‘That’s ok’
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, ‘I’m gonna be like him, yeah
You know I’m gonna be like him’

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
‘Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?’
He shook his head and said with a smile
‘What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?’

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then

I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, ‘I’d like to see you if you don’t mind’
He said, ‘I’d love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job’s a hassle and kids have the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, Dad
It’s been sure nice talking to you’

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He’d grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin’ home son?
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then son
You know we’ll have a good time then”

On more than one occasion I thought I would not have a father. As awful as his health is, he is alive. I now have a job with frequent travel, so I book as many gigs as possible in South Florida so I can visit my parents. It is too late when we are gone to wish we had visited more often.

We are all busy. We have to make the time.

As for the song “The Living Years,” it is one of the most heartfelt songs ever written.

“Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talkin’ in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

So Don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

Say it loud, say it clear
Say it loud
Don’t give up
Don’t give in
And don’t know what you can do next”

I really hope that I bring a son into the world while my dad is alive. After all he has been through, I know he badly wants a grandson. However, part of growing up is a man living his own life on his own terms. If it happens, great. If not, it was not meant to be.

My father and I remain very different people. Yet at least we said we needed to say in the living years.

Dad, I hope this Father’s Day brings you good health. More than anything, you want, need, and deserve that.

I love you dad. Happy…and Healthy…Father’s Day.

eric

Gary Coleman–Farewell Arnold Jackson

Saturday, May 29th, 2010

Gary Coleman left us far too soon, dying yesterday of a brain aneurysm at age 42.

It all seems so arbitrary. Bret Michaels suffers a brain ailment and survives (thank God). Gary Coleman has one and does not.

I am genuinely saddened by this death. While I grew up watching “Different Strokes,” and did like it when Arnold Jackson said, “What chu talkin bout Willis,” my bond was with Gary Coleman, not his character.

As silly as this sounds, I admired him and Emmanuel Lewis of “Webster” fame for succeeding despite being very short. I was always one of the shortest kids in school, and it bothered me. Many women rejected in me in my younger years because of my height.

(Then I began making money, and shockingly enough they showed much more interest. They also stopped wearing underwear. It is funny how that works, but that is for another time.)

When I saw Gary Coleman succeeding in life despite his physical limitations, it inspired me. I always rooted for him.

Although television is not real life, Conrad Bain always seemed like a good guy. He played Mr. Drummond, and he seemed to have a genuine affection for all three child stars. He is now 87 years old, and two of his “children” have pre-deceased him. Mr. Coleman is gone at age 42, and Kimberly character Dana Plato died tragically at age 37. Ms. Plato’s son also died, a suicide at age 25. Todd Bridges went from Willis Jackson to a life of cocaine induced hell that included twice being charged with serious crimes involving death. He was acquitted on murder charges, and charges were dropped in another incident when the police accepted his explanation of self defense. He seems to have turned his life around.

Mr. Coleman had legal troubles of his own, but they were minor in comparison to that of Ms. Plato and Mr. Bridges. His issues were health related. His body was simply built with too many defects. It was not drugs or alcohol, but a bad body from birth that just rebelled one too many times.

Many people do not remember this, but in 2002 he was one of the many people running for governor of California during the recall election. As crazy as this sounds, he came across as very sensible. Given the state of California today, I doubt he could have done worse. He laughed on the campaign trail, admitting that he was not a serious candidate but enjoying having fun with it. Again, I was surprised at how logical some of his proposals seemed.

I hope that in heaven, the shortest star on television in the 1980s stands tall with his creator. I hope he ends up head and shoulders above the rest with happiness and health.

On Earth, I wish his family well.

What chu talkin bout Willis! Say it aint so!

Sadly, it is.

Goodbye Mr. Coleman. You left us way too soon.

eric

Spring Break III–Back in Miami

Sunday, May 16th, 2010

Today should be called Clusterf*ck Sunday thanks to the good people at Delta Airlines. Of course, the terms “good,” and “people” are subjective.

Somehow a first class flight to South Florida turned into a coach middle seat to Detroit, my favorite city except for every other one I have ever been to. There is nothing like a redeye sitting behind the only person on the plane who wants to read with the light on rather than sleep. FAA regulations prevented me from executing him.

I will buy a new sport jacket today since the last time I flew Delta, they gave me the wrong guy’s jacket back. Whoever he is, he got the better end of the deal. Even first class on Delta is dicey.

Only one thing in this world could cheer me up, and that would be to take a third trip to Miami in three months. So after speaking at an event in Miami, some South Beach ladies would sure hit the spot.

I am not sure what is better, a first class flight from Detroit to South Florida, or just knowing that I am leaving Detroit and headed to South Florida.

Bring on the women. I’ve earned it.

Here is my speaking schedule.

Sunday, May 16, 2010—I will be speaking to the Miami, Florida, 9/12 Project Tea Party Patriots at 3pm. Please contact Maria Wadsworth for details.

Monday, May 17, 2010—I will be speaking to the Republican Club of the Northern Palm Beaches, Florida at 5pm. Please contact Linda Gore for details.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010—I will be speaking to the Boynton Beach Republican Club near Palm Beach, Florida at 11:30am. Please contact Carol Andrade for details.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010—I will be speaking to the Wynmoor Republican Club near Fort Lauderdale, Florida at 7pm. Please contact Sid Feldman for details.

Thursday, May 20, 2010—I will be speaking to the Lakeland Republican Women near Tampa, Florida at Lunch. Please contact Dena Stebbins DeCamp for details.

Time for sleep, food, and women in that order. Welcome to Miami, Spring Break Part III.

eric

Mother’s Day Love from Cinderella

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

I have been trying to find the words to express on this Mother’s Day.

When I see my sentiments echoed by somebody else in a much better manner than I possibly could, I let that person take over.

I offer the words of Cinderella. Not the children’s storybook character…the 1980s hard rock band.

Lead Singer Tom Kiefer and the rest of the lads have put out many great hard rock songs and many beautiful love and power ballads, but on this day, one song shines through.

This Mother’s Day song came out in 1995.

It is off the “Still Climbing” album. It is called “Hard to find the words.”

Here is the audio clip.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hapdh3doHZk

http://popup.lala.com/popup/432627056448402208

With that, here are the sentiments of Cinderella.

“Mama sometimes I feel inside
There’s nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Could ever match the love you gave

You taught me how to live
Told me walk before you run
And you were always there to pick me up
Every time I’d have a fall

And mama I know there’s been times
When I didn’t always understand
By and by we do some growing up
And it makes just a little more sense

But sometimes it’s hard to find the words
But I’ll do the best that I can
Thank you for the love mama
It’s what made this boy a man

I know the road’s been long
And I know you’ve seen some rain
Making the best of what we had
I never heard you complain

When I look in the mirror today
Wondering could I be as strong
Could I give as much to someone else
As you gave to your son

And mama I know there’s been times
When we didn’t see eye to eye
By and by we do some growing up
And we understand the reasons why

But sometimes it’s hard to find the words
But I’ll do the best I can
Thank you for the love mama
It’s what made this boy a man

Many years have gone by
And I’ve been living them the best I can

And mama I know there’s been times
When I didn’t always understand
By and by we do some growing up
And it makes just a little more sense

But sometimes it’s hard to find the words
But I’ll do the best I can
Thank you for the love mama
It’s what made this boy a man.”

I cannot offer anything else that would surpass this.

I love you mom. You are the best mom a guy could ask for.

eric

Texas Bound and Flying Saturday

Saturday, May 8th, 2010

On this Saturday, the Tygrrrr Express is Texas Bound and Flying.

The late Jerry Reed, aka the Snowman from the greatest trilogy of all time, Smokey and the Bandit, offered us “Eastbound and Down” in the first movie. Smokey and the Bandit II gave us the song that is the title of this column.

I am on a plane to Texas, and the bulk of the month of May will be spent there.

My columns for the next few weeks will be mostly pre-written.

So for those complaining that I am behind the times, I already told you I would be.

No, this will not be like Chevy Chase covering former Spanish dictator Francisco Franco, who is still dead.

I will not have updates on the death of President Gerald Ford.

When I say pre-written, I do not mean that far back.

Anyway, I have speaking engagements throughout Texas, some stops in Florida, and even a San Diego event as the undercard to Congresswoman Michele Bachmann (swoon) sandwiched inbetween everything else.

Here is my schedule.

Sunday, May 9, 2010—I will be speaking at a private afternoon event in Houston. Please contact Rita Huggler for details.

Monday, May 10, 2010—I will be speaking to the Northwest Forest Republican Women’s Federated in Houston, Texas, at 11am lunch. Please contact Pauline Adams for details.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010—I will be speaking to the Cy Fair Republican Women’s Federated in Houston, Texas, at an 11am lunch. Please contact Rita Parrish for details.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010—I will be speaking to the Woodlands Republican Women’s Federated in Houston, Texas, at lunch. Please contact Jackie Waters for details. Tentative

Wednesday, May 12, 2010—I will be speaking to the Austin Republican Women’s Federated in Texas, at a dinner. Please contact Diane Fulton for details.

Thursday, May 13, 2010—I will be speaking to the Galveston Island Pachyderm Club in Texas, at lunch. Please contact Rubye Brown for details.

Thursday, May 13, 2010—I will be speaking to the Lake Houston Shores Republican Women’s Federated in Houston, Texas at 6:30pm. Please contact Alex Akeson for details.

Friday, May 14, 2010—I will be speaking at the California Eagle Forum State Convention in San Diego at an evening dinner as the undercard to Michele Bachmann. Please contact Woody Woodrum for details.

Sunday, May 16, 2010—I will be speaking to the Miami, Florida, 9/12 Project Tea Party Patriots at 3pm. Please contact Maria Wadsworth for details.

Monday, May 17, 2010—I will be speaking to the Republican Club of the Northern Palm Beaches, Florida in the evening. Please contact Linda Gore for details.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010—I will be speaking to the Boynton Beach Republican Club near Palm Beach, Florida at 11:30am. Please contact Carol Andrade for details.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010—I will be speaking to the Wynmoor Republican Club near Fort Lauderdale, Florida at 7pm. Please contact Sid Feldman for details.

Wednesday, May 19—I will be speaking to the Palm Beach Young Republicans at 7pm. Please contact Jackie Waters for details. Tentative.

Thursday, May 20, 2010—I will be speaking to the Lakeland Republican Women near Tampa, Florida at Lunch. Please contact Dena Stebbins DeCamp for details.

Thursday, May 20, 2010— I will be speaking to the Republican Network in Galveston, Texas at 6:30pm. LaBrisa Mexical Grill in League City. Please contact Roxann Lewis for details.

Friday, May 21, 2010—I will be speaking to the Angleton Republican Women’s Federated near Galveston, Texas, at lunch. Please contact Judy Shaefer for details.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010— I will be speaking to the Sandpiper Republican Women’s Federated in Galveston, Texas at lunch. Please contact Casey Farris for details.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010— I will be speaking to the North Shore Republican Women’s Federated in Willis, Texas near Houston, in the evening. Please contact Ann Kate for details.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010—I will be speaking to the Bay Area and Friendswood Republican Women’s Federated in Houston, Texas at a joint lunch. Please contact Ruby Cubley or Deborah Winters-Chaney for details.

Thursday, May 27, 2010—I will be speaking to the Salado Republican Women’s Federated in Austin, Texas in the evening. Please contact Borah Van Dormolen for details.

See you in June.

The Tygrrrr Express is now Texas Bound and Flying.

eric