No top ten list here, just random musings on where we were this past year and what it all might have meant…

Have you found trans-fats anywhere? Try locating any of the goop on a food label. The stuff is hiding somewhere between the pickles and Graham Crackers in aisle 7.

If Mitt Romney doesn’t make it to the White House, can we put to rest the notion that Americans ultimately vote for the best looking guy?

What took Robin Wright Penn so long to ditch old Sean? They must have been working on remote locations apart from each other for the last nine years.

Britney has tried shaving, fainting, stripping and stumbling. For an encore, she is likely to attempt singing.

The assassination of Benazir Bhutto is a grim reminder that the enemy is real and will stop at nothing.

Barry Bonds is not the only “roid” infested overpaid ballplayer seeking glory. He is still the major league’s number one jerk.

Enough with things getting smaller. Particularly TV screens the size of thumbnails and keyboards on cell phones that require a magnifying glass.

And while we’re at it, enough with texting! If it’s not important enough to write or call, I’ll see you next Christmas and you can tell me then.

The Big Dig is officially over. Feels like it just began.

The most dangerous man in the world might just be Vladimir Putin.

When it comes to generosity and chipping in to help others, there are few groups more deserving of praise then restaurateurs and local comedians.

It takes longer to order a specialty coffee beverage, i.e. “I’ll have the mocha chocolate double latte cappuccino whipped decaf with coconut shavings, peppermint stick, cinnamon, cloves, and sprinkles,” than it does to drink one.

Film critics in our local papers have selected the best movies of 2007. You might have seen one; four appeared in some out of town festival; two are documentaries pointing out that America is the root cause of all of the world’s problems, and the rest you’ve never heard of.

During this high time in Boston sports history, I feel a bit sad for the Boston Bruins. 

The best crime show on television ever is “The Wire,” on HBO.

Remember the good old days when presidential campaigns only lasted about two years?

How much would you pay to espy some of the pillow talk over there at the Clinton abode in Chappaqua? Assuming there is any.

An issue that was pretty much wrapped up and had its controversy deflated in 2007 was embryonic stem cell research. No need for discussion now that scientists have figured a way around it. Too bad other problems didn’t have such solutions.

The TV writer’s strike is beneficial if we read more. More inane reality shows is definitely a detriment.

When I asked my listeners what trait they would most like to pass down to their children the answers included humility, perseverance, honesty, having faith---there is hope.

Watching your son shave for the first time is not only “hair raising,” it makes you swell up with pride and a touch of sadness.

There will never be another Bob Barker.

Tom Snyder was a terrific interviewer because he loved learning things. He was curious and I love that.

Humorist Mort Sahl is still as funny and relevant as he was fifty years ago.

I don’t drink more than a few glasses a month, but for my money nothing beats a good Shiraz red wine from Australia or New Zealand.

The best kind of doctor to have is one who returns phone calls or e-mails with the words, “What do you need?”

I haven’t paid any attention to pop music since I hung up my disc jockey rig about a half dozen years ago. So with a gun to my head, I couldn’t name anything on the Billboard Chart. Ask me if I care.

I’d like to see a news panel show featuring Wolf Blitzer, Jeffrey Lions and Tiger Woods and of course it would have to be on Fox.

If you’re going to go Italian, why take the phony route at one of those chains when the North End and locally owned family spots beckon.

Joan Rivers looks like a digital representation of herself.  She should have learned the secrets of plastic surgery from the master, Phyllis Diller.

2008 is going to be a banner year for me. An invitation to join AARP and my first colonoscopy. How did I get here already?

I wish you a happy and healthy New Year filled with peace. See you on the radio!