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"Ahoy, me Hearties!"

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This year's theme for my annual Olde Tyme Photo is pirates!  Yep, pirates. My longtime friend and partner in adventure (since 1951 - 3rd grade!) Lar came down here to the former pirate enclave that was coastal Delaware early this morning.  For the past three years now this is how we celebrate Lar's birthday (June 27th), we go for one of those cheesy old time photo tourist shop that dot the summertime seaside resorts of the East Coast. "I'm a pirate. I'm my own captain." The temperatures today, even this morning were God awful.  I didn't even look but I think they were hovering around 100 degrees.  Walking around in this heat and humidity I almost feel like I needed an oar and a canoe. "If ye can't trust a pirate, ye damn well can't trust a merchant either." I finally finished my three day shift of work at the hotel.  Yes, again I'm working extra days.  I love working at the hotel but I would like to keep it down to tw

Life's Lessons

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Okay folks, here are a few nuggets of wisdom that I have accumulated since I made my debut as a newly minted young baby boy on this planet in November of 1941, one month before World War II.. I have listed these tried and true pearls of lessons learned in no particular order.  There are the lessons of life that I have learned in three score and ten years of my life so far. I guarantee you that if you apply these lessons to your life you may be just as happy as I am now. Aim high.  You might not always achieve your goal but you will end up a lot higher than you ever dreamed. Don't let the bastards get you down.  There will always be somebody who is jealous, envious or just plain mean who will try and bring you down.  Do not pay attention to them.  Pity their sad lives and go on with your life. Always, but always treat eveyone kindly and with respect, especially the elderly, children and animals. Never, but never attempt to get even or revenge.  It will always come back to bi

More Ruminations on a Summer Day

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Totem poles for sale at Tiki (up the road from Casa Tipton-Kelly) Hey folks!  Haven't been blogging for a few days.  Did you notice? Don't worry, the well hasn't run dry.  It's just that there is so much to do.  For one thing I was called into work AGAIN yesterday because my co-worker had a family emergency.  Almost every week she asks me to either switch times with her or work her shift.  I feel like a fireman, I can't plan anything because I'm always expecting a text message from her with her latest emergency.  I understand every family, and I HAVE a family too folks, has emergencies but every week?  I told my boss I would like to work at least one month just my shift.  You know, for a change, a novelty.  He wasn't to encouraging. I don't mind filling in for my coworkers occasionally but not every week.  I have a life too.  Yep, I sure do. I write all this knowing that my co-workers read my blog.  Maybe this needs to be said. The weather t

Bill Gets His Milkshake

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Bill gets his strawberry milkshake All is quiet on this summer's eve as darkness falls upon our humble abode here in Covington Chase, Delaware. A few minutes ago I saw our neighbor Don's garage door open.  I guess he returned from having Sunday dinner with his friends in Rehoboth.  I feel so sorry for Don every time I see him at his big house across the way.  Don's longtime partner (40 years) Al died a few months ago.  That's tough when you're an older gay man and you're no longer partnered up.  I dread the day if and when Bill departs.  I'm hoping I go first. There's Don bouncing around that big house over there with no purpose that I can see.  Maybe he does have a purpose, none that I know of anyway.  Don is one of those people who work, work, work and has no outside interests. I wonder how he manages these days. During these hot summer days I like to take Bill for a ride and get him a milkshake.  Last night I tried a "twofer", kill

Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer

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Roadside vegetable stand - Milton, DE Well folks, we're officially into the lazy, hazy days of summer.  I just got back from Panera Bread.  I figured it was safe to go out on Route 1 this time of evening.  The Saturday logjam of traffic was pretty well dissipated by this hour of the day. Bill checking out our neighbors' garage sale items this morning It was SO HOT today, that we just lazed and hazed our day around the house here today.  Some of our neighbors has a garage sale.  We are asked to participate but I just couldn't get up the enthusiasm for getting some of my junk  collectibles together to put on display to possibly sell for 25 or 50 cents.  Not for me folks. I'm trying to think of what I did today and my mind is drawing a blank.  How about this for a blog posting?  I'm coming up empty folks! Francis Scott Key Oh, how about this?  On Wednesday and Thursday at the hotel I checked in a couple of distinguished guests. On Wednesday it was Fr

Karen Klein's Tormentors Apologize

All four of the middle school teenage boys have now apologized to Karen Klein.  Like Karen, I doubt the sincerity of their apology.  After all, like Karen says "How sincere is a 13 year old after they've done what they've done? I don't know."  I agree Karen.  But it's a step, however small, in the right direction.  Maybe someday it will sink into their still developing brains that they did wrong. I am so thankful for the new technology which enables abuse like what happened to Karen to instantly become viral.  Not only bad policemen and others in authority exposed for what they are but also the senseless cruelty of teenagers like these four numb brains who cruelly bullied Karen that day on the school bus.  A lot is made of the lack of privacy of the new Internet age but this is one good aspect.  Maybe this incident will change the way some parents raise their kids to know that it is unacceptable to bully anybody whether it be a fellow classmate, a gay o

School Bus Monitor Bullied

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Here is a disturbing video of the new incivility in this country that I firmly believe that results when a certain segment of our population (read "Republicans") think it is all right to disrespect our president.  When the president's State of the Union speech is disrupted by a member of Congress yelling "You lie!" and his Rose Garden address interrupted by a member of the press rudely asking questions, this is the result. Four teenage boys, seventh graders viciously taunt and bully their school bus monitor , an older lady named Karen.  Oh sure, I know some will say "This is what teenage boys do."   Uh huh. This teenage boy would NEVER do something like this.  Know why? Because my brain doesn't think that way.  I was raised differently that obviously these boys WERE NOT RAISED.  I don't blame these snots as much (oh, I do put plenty of blame on them) as I do their parents. Some say Karen should bring charges against the boys.  Karen does

The Rains Came and Other Mutterings

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Hey folks!  We got a break from the sweltering heat wave of the past few days here in Slower Lower Delaware.   Late this afternoon, shortly after I took Bill on his weekend late afternoon ride, the skies open and the deluge descended upon us.  Didn't know I could speak French did you? Late this afternoon I took Bill for his ride to the Broadkill Beach development off of Route 16.  When we first moved to lower Delaware bill was put off by many of the names of the local communities like Broadkill, Slaughter Beach, Murderkill and Assawoman Bay.  I kid you not, I am not making up these names.  We live in some kind of funky area of these United State folks. As you can see form the posted video that I took with my iPhone shortly after we hit the road, the downpour began.  We had to pull over to the side of the road.  I couldn't see where I was going and I don't want to have a head-on and become another Delaware traffic statistic. As you can see folks, Bill and I live some k

Sweltering Heat Wave

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I took this photo a few minutes ago - see how I'm "enjoying" this heat? Oh man. Oh my God.  OMG!  Is it ever hot here in good old Slower Lower Delaware.  This is Miami weather. Heat index 105 with maximum humidity.  I feel like I'm walking in the bottom of a warm pool with the oven door open.  What is going on here? As regular readers of this superior blog know, I like to include current photos with my blog postings.  Not for me the generic photos that are the realm of the lazy and still in the closet bloggers.  So it was some challenge this morning to venture out our garage door to look for a suitable subject to convey the heat and humidity of this day at Casa Tipton-Kelly.  NO ONE IS OUTSIDE!  Even the birds are keeping a low profile.  I trudged (and "trudged" is the appropriate description of how I walked to the other end of my back yard) to see if there was any insect activity in my perennial border.  Ah ha!  I captured an engineer bee working o

Whole Lotta Love

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These days I often think of my "glory years" back in the 70's.  Yes folks, that was my time.  Even though I grew up in the 50's and came of age in the 60's, the 70's were MY TIME.  I don't much remember the 80's, I think I was too busy with my job at the bank.  The 90's are a blank and of course the Two Thousands (how do I say that anyway?) were also a blur.  So here I am now in the 2010's reflecting on my wonderful years now and in the past.  Now and in the past?  Oh yes, NOW and also in the past. Time flies. Me with the only dog who ever loved me - Horace - 1982

Baby Bird Rescue!

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Hatched Purple Martin egg shell in the grass at the base of the birdhouse I just got up from my afternoon nap and walked in our backyard to water my new river birch trees.  On the way back, passing the Purple Martin house, I noticed a "leaf" moving in the grass at the base of the house that moved oddly.  Upon closer examination I saw that it was a naked baby bird, reaching its open mouth for food.  Nearby I saw a broken egg.  Uh oh, one of the eggs just fell from the Purple Martin house to the ground.  Emergency action needed to be taken. No, I didn't take a picture of the newly hatched, naked baby Purple Martin.  Somehow that didn't seem right to take a picture of this poor creature that was born minutes ago, struggling to survive.  I just didn't feel right about this.  Now that I think about it, probably because some blog troll will think I staged the event.  Believe me folks, I get some strange comments on this blog.  I don't post all of my comments,

Home Saved!

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Bill and I brought the land for that home in 1976 and built the home in 1980.  We lived there for twenty-five glorious years until we were forced out by the high taxes of living in Pennsylvania.  That was the main reason why we moved to Delaware. The twenty-five years we lived in our home on seven acres in East Brandywine Township (four miles outside of Downingtown) we put a lot of work into that property to make it a real Shangri-la. Bill especially put a lot of manual labor into that house.  I did all the landscaping.  We had a regular Longwood Gardens. When we sold our home in November of 2006 we were hoping that the new owners would take good care of our "baby".  That was not to be.  They did nothing.  After two years they walked away from it and the house and property went into foreclosure.  For two years the house was abandoned.  Bill and I would occasionally visit only to become more depressed as we witnessed the neglect and disrepair.  Last year the vandals start

Father's Day 2012

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Young Ike Tipton (not a mug shot but an employee ID for Lukenweld Steel) My father would have been 92 years old this year.  He died August 22, 2000.  He was 80 years old when he died.  He died of lung cancer.  He smoked all his life.  He was told to stop smoking but he never did.  Stubborn to the end, that was my father. I normally don't post anything on Father's Day just as I never did much to celebrate Father's Day when my father was alive.  We weren't that close.  I was the oldest of this three sons.  I fit the gay stereotype in that I had a distant relationship with my father and a close relationship with my mother. Since I was 22 years old I have been in a 48 year relationship with an older man (13 years my senior) who in many ways was like my father.  In fact, when my father was alive my partner/spouse/whatever and he were very close.  They were buddies, on the same wave length.  Ironic, no? I decided today to post a photo montage as a tribute to the ma

Ruminations About Living In Delaware

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Me at the Rockpile, Millsboro, DE Yet another glorious day here in southern Delaware!  Oh how I love living here.  I think Bill is even coming around to recognizing that we do indeed live in one of the most beautiful, relaxed and inexpensive (if you avoid the tourist trap restaurants in Rehoboth) locations in the nation.  If someone came up to me today and asked me "If you could live anyplace in the world where would you live?"  Without hesitation I would say "Exactly where I am living now."   It's no accident that I live in Delaware.  With the consistently ever rising taxes in my home state of Pennsylvania, and me in retirement mode, I knew I had to move someplace else if I was going to survive.  My two choices of retirement locations were either Johnson City, Tennessee (Bill loves the mountains and it is also the location of the Tipton-Haynes Historic Site which offered me a job) or Slower Lower, aka Sussex County, Delaware.  One of the reasons, but n

Do You Feel Worthless?

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Not my cat.  My friend's cat.  Bill won't let me have a cat.  But every chance I get I'll cuddle up to a cat.  I like cats. Haven't we all at times felt worthless?  Not good enough?  Of course you know the answer is that we all have worth.  Don't ever let anybody bring you down.  WE ALL HAVE WORTH. As we travel through life there are those who will attempt to belittle you because of their own insecurities.  Don't let them do it.  We all want to be liked.  Sometimes we think if we act as we think others want us to act, then they will like us.  Doesn't work.  If you stop being yourself and try to be somebody else who they think you should be, they will lose respect for you and you will lose respect for yourself.  It just doesn't work. Occasionally, on the weekends I watch the MSNBC show "Lockup."  This show is about men and women in prison. While most of these people who are in prison are lowlifes and look it, I am surprised by the num

Lovers, Boyfriends and Crushes

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"What in the world?"  Is that what you're thinking when you see the image I have posted on THIS blog? I'll give you a minute to figure it out. TIME'S UP! This is a word jumble of the guys of my love life (most consummated, some not) during my three score and ten years of my existence on this earthly plane.  Yes, I'm naming names.  It's up to the reader to link the first names with the last names.  And NO, I did not have GEORGE LOPEZ ( PUH - LEEZE - I do have taste - no pun intended). Yep, I'm naming names.  I may even go into SOME detail in future blog postings.  But all I can say now is that each one of these guys provided me with much happiness in my very fortunate life.  Of course I've "known" many other men but these are the ones who stand out.  These are the ones who literally swept me off of my feet and into their (or my) beds.  A few I never got to home base with but they provided more than enough fantasy for me to