|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 not the main reason, I moved to Sussex County and the Rehoboth Beach area was because of the significant gay and lesbian community that already lives or has second homes in this area. Being gay I had assumed I would fit right into that community. Well, that didn't happen for various reasons which I won't go into here again but something even better has happened.
I have a great job (part-time hotel front desk clerk at a boutique hotel in Lewes). I work with wonderful, caring people. I have great neighbors. Our home is everything I could ever want and I have a backyard that isn't plagued with deer. Even though I am not part of the local gay community I don't feel the hatred and heaviness that I did when we lived in Pennsylvania. Believe me it is a pleasure to shop at Loew's or Home Depot and not get The Stare because we're two men together. Down here in Lower Slower two men shopping together (or two women) is NOT UNUSUAL. Straight people don't understand this but it is a wonderful sense of freedom to shop and go about our business without having to worry about offending somebody's sensibilities just because we are taking up space together.
|Me visiting with my distant cousin in the hills of North Carolina|
Bill and I can go anywhere together and we don't get The Stare. Last month Bill and I visited the North Carolina Mountains, where my father was born and grew up on our annual trek South. If I needed any reminder why I didn't retire there it was provided by the husband of my second cousin who lives in those mountains. While he was the gracious host to us and provided me with much good information how to find some local family cemeteries, he did ask Bill "What do you think about Obama and the queers?" Oh yes, I needed that reminder of the ignorance of some of the folk down there because I was almost lulled into a false sense of security of renting a cabin in the fall just up the road from this man. Oh yes, that would have been very interesting to see how long it would take him to figure out that Bill and I were more than just two good ole boys. North Carolina, the state that just passed a constitutional amendment outlawing marriage equality.
|Me in North Carolina last month at Pigeon Roost, where my hillbilly father was born and raised until he was 10 years old|
Yep, I'll visit just about anywhere but this is where I'll live out my days, in good old southern Delaware.