|Rehoboth Beach Summer 2013|
"Hotsie Totsie" - no, that's not me nor is it some eye candy that I happen to see during my comings and goings during the day. "Hotsie Totsie" is how Bill refer to the weather when it is unbearably hot as it was and still is today.
I'm telling you folks, I can't take this heat and humidity. Our thermometer reached triple digits (100 degrees) today. Temperatures like this just drain me. If I'm out in it for more than 15 minutes I get dizzy. I'm soaked with sweat.
By the way, if any of you are wondering "What in the world is that banner Ron put on his blog?" Well folks, look closer. Look to the far right and you will see a young man sitting in a chair with a Sousaphone (no, it's not a tuba) wrapped around him. That is yours truly in 1957 during a Downingtown High School concert band concert. I was 15 years old at that time. Hotsie Totsie.
|Me - 1958|
Yes, I was also in the marching band. In fact, the three years I was in marching band were the some of the best three years of my life. Not only did I get to go to all the football games (back when I was a big fan of football) but I formed a close friendship with Bill B., who was the bass drum player; a friend that I have until this day.
|Me, far left on the back and my friend Bill B. far right with the bass drum - 1958|
|That's me in the plaid shirt - 1956 - yes, the girls liked me. My friend Ruth Hall (the blonde to my left) thoughtfully placed this collage in her yearbook partly to kid me because I didn't have any girlfriends - do you think she knew?|
It's not that I don't reach out. I do. Just recently Bill and I met another couple at the Georgetown courthouse on July 1st when we applied for our marriage license. I feel with hit it off right away with this other couple. They were a bit younger than us but not kids. After that day I sent Facebook friend requests. One was accepted. I sent messages invited them for dinner. Heard nothing. Silence. Same thing I heard from the local gay organization when Bill and I got married. My local state representative stopped by our house personally to wish us well. And yet I didn't even receive one "like" from the folks at the local gay organization. I heard later from one of the board members, he said they were "busy." Uh...okay. But here I am going of on another tangent. Yes, it's hurtful. I try not to let it bother me but their silence does. So rude, so selfish, so insular, so uncaring.
As regular readers of this blog know, I don't always know where I'm going when I start a blog posting. This one really veered off the Heat Wave course didn't it? Well, the "Hotsie Totsie" metaphor should tie it all together don't you think?
I don't mean to say I haven't made friends since we've moved to the Rehoboth Beach area seven years ago. We have and I appreciate those friendships, I do. All fine folks and they know who they are. Thank you friends.
And this brings me back to why I blog. I like to write and I like to make friends. I like people. That's one reason I choose a job as a hotel front desk agent. I get to meet a lot of people, nice people and get paid at the same time. But as I said before, I found since moving to Delaware, I didn't make many friends in the local gay community for whatever reason. Maybe it was me but hey, I am what I am. I don't change myself to suit someone else. That's not me. So I thought to myself, "How about all those folks outside my little bubble here in Gayberry, DE?" So I've been blogging since 2007 and I have made a LOT of friends in the blogosphere. THANKS! A LOT of really nice folks who accept me just as I am just as I accept them just as they are.
|Top photo, last row, 6th from left - tallest guy with the mop of hair - oh did I ever have a lot of hair back in 1957|
So what was I talking about? Oh, "Hotsie Totsie". Is it hot where you are?
|Downingtown High School Class of 1959 - 1957|
By the way, how bad is this? I still remember the names of everyone in this photo of our sophomore class.