It is funny how the brain works.  Well.  Funny how my brain works.

I’ll be sitting, all wrapped up in the middle of something or other…. you know…. paying bills, washing dishes, planting bugging devices on the bottoms of trash cans… you know….

… those sorts of things.

And then it will hit me.  “Holy smokes.  I miss Steve Canyon.”  OR, “I wish Johnny Quest was still around.”  OR….”What the heck ever happened to Danger Mouse?”

Yeah…..I miss Danger Mouse.

But not as much as I miss Mighty Mouse.

Mighty Mouse had Mojo.   That guy was so cool…. and he looked great in tights.  And nobody could throw down Karaoke like that little rodent could.  “Here he is… to save the DAAAAaaaaaaay.”  That dude could knock back a Strawberry Milkshake like none other.

I miss him.  And his little red cape.

In either case…  Danger Mouse, or Mighty Mouse….. you could always blame it on the mouse.  Which is my theme really.  Blame it all on the mouse.

Once again, me and the mouse in my pocket.