G loves G ...

And no one can take G away from G.

For some reason, Gordon just popped up in my mind. I should have entitled this post "I, I, I, I" since he likes to start every sentence with that word.

As Denise, my girlfriend from back in the day, likes to say, you can talk to Gordon about world peace and he'll still find a way to talk about himself. Or, should I say more reverently, Himself.

Gordon, if you are reading this post, don't kill me but I liked you a lot better when you had braces, glasses, bad hair and were still wearing your St. Andrew's tight white short shorts over hairy man-legs.