Disconnected: [dis-kuh-nek-tid]

adjective. (of a person) lacking contact with reality.

When I was young, I recall being upset that pro-wrestling didn't get its due respect. I always wondered why they didn't list matches & results in the sports page, and figured it was because of elitist snobs with the print media. 

I’ve visited the Steel City many times, and even attended school in the rural area outside the city at California University. Yep, you read it right. It is a state university I chose to matriculate when I was a teenager.

Just returned from a Memorial Day holiday in San Diego with the family.

As a frequent traveler and enthusiastic diner, one would think my immediate inquiry upon checking into a hotel would be to ask about their workout facilities. Most people I work with rank it as the highest priority in required amenities.

Connecting with my children ranks high on my priority list. I work hard at my job, but always with the intent of finding quality free time to hang with family.

I don’t watch much televised golf. If I am going to take four hours away from my family, I’d better be the one playing, not spending my day rooting for a player I had never heard of, just because I can pronounce his name.

I just finished working in Denver, a place where I really seem to connect with the audience. Only bummer was, it was tough to pull large numbers, since apparently a lot of people were away on spring break, where wet tee shirts and shots of Jager take precedence over a night of laughs, although I certainly have had a few chuckles when I watch a drunk spring breaker take a face plant on the boardwalk.

Last week, I spoke at a southern California high school “success club.”

I’ve been in the comedy business for three decades now, and I’m still perplexed at the lack of respect or understanding there is regarding the value of humor.