|Sunset of Life|
I just finished watching two more episodes of "The Good Wife" at the Tipton Cinema (my 60 inch TV in my bedroom). Oh how I love that show. I'm finding that I prefer television series like "Orange is the New Black" and "TGW" to most of the current movie offerings. I'm not a fan of slasher movies, nor a fan of message movies, nor a fan of Brad Pitt or Scarlett Johansson movies (the two "actors" that seem to be in every other movie). My tastes lean more towards Christine Baranski. (Excellent taste Ron.)
Today the obituary for my longtime friend Bob appeared in the local paper. Another friend has serious medical issues. He's been blogging but I haven't seen a posting from him for a couple days now.
That got me to thinking of all my friends who are now gone. There was both Ron H. and Sal D.
|Sal and Ron H. - Ft. Meade, MD - 1962|
My good friends during my Ft. Meade days. The first two gay guys I knew in my life. Funny thing that friendship, again no romantic attraction or hanky panky, just a mutual close friendship. Ron H. died in 2005 and Sal died two weeks before Bill and I move to Delaware in 2006. In fact he died in October, another anniversary.
I don't want to make this blog about deaths but here is one last one. Bob S., the first guy I did get romantic with. Of course he's long gone. I wondered what would have happened if we stayed together. Of course that was impossible because he was already married with three kids when we were "going together." Here's his wedding picture (I cut out his wife out of respect to her, she's still living according to her daughter who saw my original post a few years ago about Bob S. and contacted me - such is the power of my blog postings when I put out the whole name of individuals which is why I don't do it now unless I have a reason too).
|Bob S. - The First One|
I think back to those days when I used to live in Center City Philly. Friday night was my going out night. Friday and Saturday nights. I used to live for those nights. I would meet my friends at the 247 Bar (a leather and western bar at 247 South Seventeen Street in Philly). Somewhere I have a picture of that bar (outside shot) but I don't know where not and I'm too tired to look for it. I wonder how many of my old friends are still around. None I bet.
Then there are the random guys I met. Only for a weekend but were so nice I've never forgotten them. This is Manual Lopez.
|Manuel Lopez 1968|
I have no fear of posting his name because I know he's long gone and besides, how many "Manual Lopez's" are there in the world. Lots. I met Manuel in the late 60's. He was one of the Cuban Boat People. Yep, I do not discriminate. I liked Manual but he went with another. The other guy dumped him and I heard Manual committed suicide. What a waste. I've never forgotten Manual. What a nice person he was who came to a new country only to become so depressed that he took his own life.
Then there were those who I have no photo of (can you believe it?) During my Army days I had this terrific crush on this little ball of energy named David Van C. Last year while surfing the Internet I decided to put his name in the search engine and I discovered he died in a head on crash in Indiana. The newspaper report said he was speeding and passed a car on a solid white line road and met a tractor trailer head on. Not much was left of David or his car. I thought "David, David . . . . what were you doing?" When I knew him at Ft. Meade he was always in a hurry. Maybe one of the things that attracted me to him besides his cute looks and compact little body. He was a ball of energy. Gone now.
So what did this blog post turn out to be? I just let my brain flow folks. Letting it flow on this quiet Friday night with the rain falling gently outside.
I have two more DVD's of "The Good Wife." That's what I'm going to do this weekend, immerse myself into some good old drama and get my mind off of the fact that in this game of the Musical Chairs of Life, I still have a chair for me.