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Happy Halloween!

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A little bondage with "Frankie" Halloween is here already!  "Frankie" (Big Bob") clicks with a chick at the Venture Inn, Philadelphia, PA "Lady Marmalade" Venture Inn, Philadelphia, PA 1980 This year I'm not dressing up unless you consider my hotel front desk clerk work drag as dress up. I have the candy packets tied and ready to go on the dining room table.  Bill will have to hand them out tonight to all the little ghosts and goblins while I'm working at the hotel this evening.  Maybe I'll see some of the little monsters at work.   A Lost Soul at the Venture Inn, Philadelphia, PA 1980 The pictures in this blog were taken from my last big Halloween blast 30 years ago when I had an apartment in center city Philadelphia.  My friend Big Bob and I went out and prowled the gay bars in costume.  I got more hits with my mask on that I ever did with my regular face.  Hmmmmm. Have a happy Halloween! Me, pretty well soused

37 Things About Myself

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I descend from English stock.  My paternal line has been in North America over 9 generations (1690) and my maternal line 5 generations (1850.)  I am thoroughly WASP (Baptist and Quaker.)  I am the oldest of three brothers.  I am the shortest in height (6'3") and the lightest in weight (160). I can still whip my brothers. Both parents are deceased  I never saw them argue but there were periods of silence (how my Mother let my Father knew she was upset.) I collect a lot of things.  In fact I'm a border line hoarder.   I love paintings of ships on the ocean. I hate sea food.  Sea food reminds me of what washes up on the beach after the tide goes out. Tea is my drink.  Turkey Hill Diet Decaf Orange tea, diluted half with water.  I will (and have) travel for miles to restock. I try to walk every day.  I love to walk.  Walking is my TM.  Plus, it keeps me trim and fit. My favorite singer of all time is Dinah Washington.  No one else comes close. I love her. My favorite

Arm Injury Update

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Bill waiting for me this morning at the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach This morning for the first time in almost two weeks, I walked the boardwalk. Bill took me down.  I still don't feel comfortable driving with my arm that I injured in a fall two weeks ago.   The only time I've driven since my fall on Sunday, October 17th, was last Sunday when I took a short drive down Oyster Rocks Road.  My arm was still stiff but I was able to drive.  However, I still didn't feel comfortable driving on Rt. 1 so Bill drove me to work this past Wednesday. I"m scheduled to work tonight and tomorrow night.  I'm going to drive myself.  I have to start sometime. This week on Tuesday I'm scheduled to see the orthopedic doctor.  I am upset that it will have taken me two weeks from the time of my X-ray until I see the doctor for his analysis of the X-ray. Hindsight is 20-20 so now I know the next time (which I hope there never is) I fall and injure a limb, I will go d

In the Neighborhood

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Marti and Jane, my neighbors and friends One of the main reasons I moved to Delaware (four years ago this November 17th) was to move in a friendly neighborhood.   In the forty-six years that Bill and I have been living together we have lived in a garden apartment complex in Pennsauken, New Jersey.   We moved to a two story apartment complex in Roxborough (Philadelphia), PA in 1966.   When the rents went up, we decided to buy a house and we moved to a cute little 16 foot wide town house in center city Philadelphia in 1969.  We lived there for eleven years until I grew tired of the constant wail of police sirens and the lack of green space in the city. In 1980 we built a two story gambrel roofed farm house on 7 acres of wooded land we purchased in Chester County, PA.  For twenty-five years we enjoyed the sylvan splendors that only a Pennsylvania landscape could provide, deer included.   As much as we loved our Pennsylvania home in the woods there were several problems.

What Do Retired People Do For Amusement?

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Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting .  Well, for example, the other day my wife and I went into town and went into a shop.  We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.  We went up to him and said, "Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?"   He ignored us and continued writing the ticket.  I called him a Nazi turd.  He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires.  So my wife called him a sh*thead.  He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first.  Then he started writing a third ticket.  This went on for about 20 minutes.  The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote. Personally, we didn't care.  We came into town by bus and saw the car had a Christine O'Donnell bumper sticker. We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retire

The Madness Continues

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The injured hand So I go to the Orthopedics Associates for my appointment today at 2:20.  They tell me it is for NEXT TUESDAY, November 2nd.  That would be Election Day. I am going to see Dr. Otter to go over the results an X-ray I had taken of my injured arm on October 19th, or my fall on October 17th.  TWO WEEKS LATER. Then I have to go back to my original doctor for what I don't know.  I stopped there on the way back and asked why.  Sandi, the person in the office said "Well, not unless you want to.  We really can't do anything for you. Dr. Otter has the facilities to read the X-ray, we don't."   You know what I'm thinking?  I'm thinking I would have done just as well to see a doctor when I was at the VA yesterday.  All this talk about a Single Payer System and government takeover of health care....I'll tell you one thing right now.  I get the BEST HEALTH CARE from the VA without all this bullshit. So I'm using my private health car

Incompetence

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So yesterday I called Verizon.  I jumped through all the required hoops regarding my poor Internet connection.  The technician said he would send me a new modem.   I got the modem today.  IT IS THE WRONG MODEM.  I needed a wireless modem (as I told him repeatedly yesterday).  So what do I get, the single modem. I call Verizon again.  I jump through all the hoops of the telephone menu system that Verizon requires one to endure.  I'm hitting the pound (#) button over and over again.  Then I get a real person.  They promptly put me on hold.  I take out my journal and make my daily entry (I have the time).   A technician comes on the phone.  I explain my problem.  He puts me on hold while he "checks my account".  I'm on hold a LONG TIME.  He finally gets back on the phone and says he's going to connect me to the billing department.  He tells me they will take care of replacing my modem.  Now I'm in the vortex of hell. After holding I get someone ob

Internet Connection Blues

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Stay cool Ron, stay cool. Hey folks, I keep losing my Internet connection.  Thank you very much Verizon. Here's my choice, Verizon or Comcast.  Talk about being between a rock and a hard place. They both suck. Bear with me.  The new modem will arrive in two days.  If that doesn't work then I will dump Verizon and go back to Comcast.  I hate Comcast.

On The Mend

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Another day and another small step forward in improvement.   My arm is still sore but not as sore as yesterday.  What it feels like is a mind blowing sprain.   I know what I did now.  My friend Mike of Studio City, CA put it best.....I took a "Dick Van Dyke" fall.  Yep, that's what I did last Sunday when I tripped and fell at the entrance to the American Legion Post 28 building in Millsboro, DE.   When I knew I was taking my "Dick Van Dyke" I put out my right arm to prevent me from crashing through the double glass doors at the entrance.  Quick thinking for sure but I paid the price for it this past week with the lack of use of my right arm. I didn't realize how much I depended upon my right arm for every day activities.  I depend on it a lot.  I felt like my freedom was taken away, which it was. Tonight, for the first time since I fell last Sunday I took my car out (with Bill as a passenger backup) to see if I could manage the steering wheel

Lost Week

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Winged Ron This was a lost week.  I learned something though.  I have a new appreciation for anyone who is disabled. All this week I've been in pain, dragging around my right arm that I injured in a fall last Sunday.   Today I finally wised up and got a sling for my arm.  The sling took a lot of pressure off of my arm and thus lessened the pain. It took me almost a week to realize this.  I noticed that when I went to bed or just laid on my bed and put my right arm at rest, the pain went away.  But during the day, when my right arm was hanging all day, the pain returned.  So viola!  Get a sling Ron.  That's just what I did this morning when Bill (I still can't drive) took me to Food Lion for some backed up grocery shopping.  I stopped at Happy Harry's and asked where the arm slings where.  The saleslady told me "aisle 13."  I checked aisle 13 and sure enough, there was an arm sling.  One left.  $14.95.  I bought it. I got back to Bill's J

Still Hurting

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Jim, Bob and Me - Old Guys With Problems - still smiling Slowly I am making a recovery.  I am still experiencing a lot of pain, especially after typing or using my right hand for anything.  I'll tell you one thing, I have a new appreciation of using both limbs. I am right handed.  When I fell I automatically put out my right arm to brace myself (from preventing from falling in the glass door).  That was a mistake.  I should have let my full body weight fall.  But then I may have injured something else, like my collar bone. On the first day of my injury I couldn't even lift my right arm.  I could put no pressure on it at all.  Which meant that I couldn't brush my teeth, peel a potato, or even use a knife to cut a piece of meat.  I had to learn to take a shower and wash myself with my left hand.  Even going to the bathroom was a problem.  I know, TMI but going to the bathroom and "taking care of business" was even difficult if not impossible. Since Sund

Update on Injury

MY arm is still bad.  I went the doctor Tuesday.  X-rays were taken.  The orthopedic unit is to call me.  That's where I am now. I still cannot drive.  Thank goodness my co-worker Lisa is filling in for me. It is very painful for me even to type this little bit. I look forward to being well again. Sorry.

Injury

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Yesterday, about a minute after this picture was taken of the entrance to the American Legion Post 28 in Millsboro, DE I tripped and fell.   I injured my right arm. I won't be posting my blog until my right arm heals. It is very painful even as I type this short entry. The irony is that I trip on the ledge at the entrance to the American Legion Post where are the old people are.  One would think they wouldn't have a ledge at the entrance.  One would be wrong.

It Gets Better

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Solitary figure on the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach, this morning. The past few weeks several gay teen suicides have been reported.  These gay teens were victims of bullying and harassment by their school classmates and neighbors.   Joel Burns, a city councilman from Fort Worth Texas made a statement on October 12th during a city council meeting stating that when he was a teenager he was also subjected to bullying.  He stated that he started to question his self worth and thought about suicide.  He went on to further state that he couldn't do that to his parents (commit suicide) and got through his bad period of life during his high school years. I went to school during the Fifties.  I knew I was different.  I knew I shouldn't tell anyone about the way I felt, especially my family.  However, a few of my classmates did suspect because I was at times called "queer" and "fairy."  The epithet "faggot" hadn't come into universal use yet (that

Remembering Mom

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Me and Mom having lunch at Wegmans in Downingtown, PA Feb. 2009 I didn't know it at the time, but this was the last meal I would have with my Mother I knew this would happen.   Today was another one of those days that hit me hard how much I am going to miss my Mother.   Mom died last month, September 16th.  We knew she was dying.  Her death was actually a blessing because the last three weeks she suffered much.  Even though we knew she was dying her death still was a shock to the system. We had our funeral for Mom.  Everything went perfectly.  The weather was clear, sunny and crisp.  The James J. Terry Funeral Home in Downingtown saw to our every need.   For the past twenty-five years or more I've always taken Mom to the family funerals.  Mom would have loved her service.   Now that everything is all settled down I knew there would be those unexpected times that some place or thing would rudely trigger my memory of just how much I will miss her. Last week wa

Profound Disappointment

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Resident  cat on Rehoboth Boardwalk this morning. A federal judge yesterday ruled that the 17 year old "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy is unconstitutional and should be discontinued immediately. This is good news.  The bad news is that the justice department of the Obama administration will appeal this decision. This is the administration of the same Barack Obama that pledged during this campaign to do all he could to end the discriminatory "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy.   Does it sound like Barack Obama said one thing during his campaign but is now acting differently once he is in power?  If you thought that, you would be right. What was the campaign slogan?  "Change That You Can Believe In?"  Well, guess what?  That was a lie.   I am profoundly disappointed in President Obama and his lack of leadership on this issue.   Vice President Joe Biden is running around the country telling those of us unenthusiastic Democratic voters to &qu

Diversity in Action

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Bill explaining how the tractor works Yesterday Bill gave his beloved Wheel Horse lawn mower away.   Bill bought the Wheel Horse from my brother John for $1,000 in 1980.  John was preparing to move to South Carolina and didn't want to take his tractor with him.   Bill used that Wheel Horse to mow our lawn in Pennsylvania for 26 years.   He brought the Wheel Horse with us when we moved to Delaware.  He continued to use it to mow our lawn for the past four years. A couple of weeks ago our neighbor (who happens to be a Pakistani Muslim doctor) across the street from us told Bill he was selling his house.  He asked Bill if he wanted to buy his John Deere tractor.  Bill jumped at the offer.  Our neighbor doesn't live at his house and only used his tractor a few time before he and his family moved to Philadelphia. Now Bill had two tractors.  What to do with the Wheel Horse?   Bill decided to ask the man who mows our other neighbor's lawing he wanted it.  That