MY FRIEND JIM (NOT HIS REAL NAME) felt compelled to follow me out onto the sidewalk outside Dirty Frank's yesterday evening just so he could tell me that I haven't been keeping up the "daily" part of Daily DeLeon. I think I bitch slapped him before he could say something that hurt my feelings. But his point was well taken. I have not lived up to the title of this column/blog/website. I wrote a daiy newspaper column in the Philadelphia Inquirer for 20 years with some success, so I understand what "daily" means.

For better or for worse, I married a girl named Sally Daley 36 years ago after a six year courtship that started when she was 14 and I was 15. Everyone called her Sally except her father, who called her Sara, which was her given name, which I loved the moment I heard it, as much as I loved Sally Daley the first time I 'saw" her after eight or ten years of not noticing her every day in grade school at St. Margaret's. When we were married the priest asked , "Do you take Sally. . ." and I responded with the name Sara when I vowed to "love you and honor you all the days of my life."

A lot of people in the church noticed that I called her Sara instead of what the priest said. Which is the story of my life, if you haven't figured that out yet. I feel a need to set things straight as I see them. And I'm willing to embarrass everyone around me as I do it.

And given that, I feel it necessary to explain that I didn't come up with this name -- DAILY DeLeon -- to describe what I do in this space whenever I do it. The words "Daily DeLeon" are an expession of faith, like calling a Siano, Jimbo. But whenever Jimbo has something to say, I'm listening.

Which brings us to the photo in today's Double D. We finally cracked some sunshine on Saturday after a week of unrelenting April showerish weather for most of a week in mid-June. It reminded me of one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen songs from The Rising album, "Waitin' on a Sunny Day"

Without you, I'm workin' with the rain fallin' down
I'm half a party in a one dog town
I need you to chase these blues away
Without you, I'm a drummer girl that can't keep a beat
An ice cream truck on a deserted street
I hope that you're coming to stay