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Summer Days

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Here we go, another summer has arrived in its full glory. This year I will be spending this summer without my friends Ed and Wayne ("The Cajun").  While I will miss them I have still have friends who I can and will enjoy this summer with.   Of course first and foremost is my Bill.  Bill, the man who rescued me from the path I was headed down of indolence and waste fifty-one years ago next Friday. My two good friends who I used to hang with, Ron Hampton and Ed Cage, went down that path and (of course) are gone now.  Both from the ravages of their lives of indolence and waste. Bill saved me from taking that journey with them.  Bill, the man who saw the promise in me.  That I was more than just a one-night trick (which I wasn't by the way). The man who believed in me and gave me a life.  Damn, I sound like I'm accepting an Academy Award. Well, anyway.  I wanted to shoot off a short post this sunny, Sunday morning to tell the world that I am one happy and ve

Supreme Court Rules In Favor of Same Sex Marriage Nationwide

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Well, it happened. The majority (5-4) of Supreme Court justices ruled that same sex marriage is legal nationwide.  They overruled the wrong-headed thinking of the minority of Supreme Court justices who believe that "it should be left up to the states" to decided who has equal rights.  In other words, the rights of a minority should be decided by the votes of a majority.   Bill and I will celebrate our 51st anniversary as a couple this day, next Friday.  Next Friday is also our second "official" wedding anniversary.  Folks, I have to tell you that when I met Bill fifty-one years ago at the Westbury Bar at 15th and Spruce Streets in Philadelphia that never . . . . NEVER in our wildest dreams did we ever think or believe that in our lifetime our love and life would be recognized and treated with the dignity and respect that straight couples automatically receive.  That we would no longer be the most despised minority in this country.  That one day we would no

Leg Injury Update June 2015

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The folks at Tidewater Physical Therapy, Milton, DE (Pat, Melissa, Kathy, Richard and ME!) How's the leg Ron (you might ask)? Just fine.  I was informed this week by Rich, my physical therapist that I only have four more visits (two next week and two the following week).  Then I'm on my on. I can walk unaided without a cane now and I'm here to tell you I am might happy about that fact.  I still have a slight limp, which will gradually dissipate as time goes on.  However, I still have to be very careful that I don't twist my leg by turning around too fast or else I'll be back to Square One.  And I DON'T want to go there again. It's ironic but I was dreading physical therapy but my three times a week sessions (one hour each) have proven to be most beneficial to me.  Not only in helping me to get back to normal physically but mentally.  I'm not ashamed to admit that I was quite freaked out when I first injured my leg way back on February

Coffee Shop Pat

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My (Canadian) buddy Pat loves coffee.   Now why do I preface my reference to my pal Pat with "Canadian"?  Heck if I know other than I am proud to have this splendid Canadian (actually he's half American, his Mom was born in Detroit, Michigan) as my friend.  But I digress. Pat loves coffee.  He loves coffee shops.  In his hometown of Canada there is NOT a day that goes by that he doesn't grace a coffee shop in his hometown of Canada.  Why even this morning he sent me a video while he was having coffee at a fro fro coffee shop in Yorkville (that's the Canadian Beverly Hills, CA to you folks).   A familiar site in the morning wherever Pat is, getting his morning coffee whether it be at McDonald's, the local Mom and Pop coffee shop or frou frou Forrest Hills in Toronto Canada Me, I never got into the coffee Thing.  I can drink it and I don't mind a good cup of real java but most coffee I've had in my life taste like colored hot water with a

Snakes

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A surprise visitor on my compost pile - 2004 There are few things that really put a fright into me.  Actually, there are MANY things that put a fright into me (come to think of it).  But most things I can anticipate and avoid. However, there is one notable exception that on occasion I have not been able to avoid.  And that exception as you may have guessed is a snake. Now I'm not one of those people who as soon as they see a snake will get out some blunt instrument and kill it.  That is not me.  In fact I hate to kill any living creature or insect.  Some notable exceptions are flies, mosquitoes and Japanese beetles.  Most other insects I cup up and put outside but I digress. Back to our subject of SNAKES. See that photo of that "sweetheart" at the top of this blog.  Yep, I took that photo in the spring of 2004 at our former residence in Pennsylvania.  One fine spring day in 2004 I approached my grass compost pile and lo and behold, there on the top of the

Father's Day

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Pop with smoking his pipe which eventually caused his death (lung cancer) 1991 - master of all he surveys Father's Day is almost over this year and I debated whether or not I wanted to even post about this day. As regular readers of my blog know, I did not have a close relationship with my father. I am the oldest of his three sons (Isaac, Jr, and John).   Me (standing apart to the right as I do in most of my childhood pictures - a portend of things to come?) with Pop's Packard - 1947 "Pop", as we called him, was a charmer to the ladies but I don't believe he ever wanted children. Oh sure, I think for a brief moment (or two) he like the novelty of having a child and a son, even though my Mother wanted a girl. Me on Pop's shoulders 1942 - I was always envious of dads who carried their kids on their shoulders and wished I had the experience. Apparently I did but I was too young to remember this experience He had ten brothers and no sisters

Elton

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This morning while perusing You Tube I came across this video of Mick Jagger attending an Elton John lawn party.   Check out Elton's "lawn" folks.  And I thought I had a fabulous lawn.   Bill and I have been in Delaware for nine years now and yet to have a lawn party.  Maybe it's time.  Can  you see the look on Bill's face if I had one of THESE lawn parties?  I love it! After watching this video, the documentary of Elton made by his partner (now husband) David Furnish followed on You Tube.  It's called "Elton John Tantrums and Tiaras".  I've never seen it before but heard a lot about it.  Amazingly it was made in 1997, eighteen years ago.  Oh where does the time go?   Well, I sat here in front of my computer this morning on this hot and humid Saturday morning and watched the whole thing.  And I am glad I did.   I've always liked Elton John.  Not only because of his genius and talent but because he is totally honest.  And hones

One Grain of Sand

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Have you ever wondered what your place is on this earth?   That you are less than one grain of sand on a sun bleached beach? I have often wondered why I am here.  What is my purpose in life. Is it just to survive?   Of course most of life is a struggle to survive just as it is for most living life forms on this earth.   We struggle.  We have failures. We have successes. A few days ago a horrible tragedy occurred in Charleston, South Carolina.  A deranged, lone gunman opened fire in an all black church and massacred nine innocent individuals.  I've often wondered when an act of pure evil like this occurs, what do those people who believe in God think.  Why does He allow this to happen?   No big philosophical discussion here this morning, it's just that I do wonder what this life is about when something like that happens. Is life so random? I believe it is. There is no order.  The best we can do is make every day count.   Be the best we can to oursel

Throwback Thursday - April 1994 - Uncle Aster

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My Grand Uncle Aster Lewis and me in front of a historic general store in Jonesboro, Tennessee - 1994 This week's Throwback Thursday is a recognition of my grand uncle Aster Lewis (1919-1997). The photo in this posting is of my Uncle Aster Lewis and myself taken in the historic town of Jonesborough, Tennessee (in 1994 - over twenty years ago)! Uncle Aster was significant in my life because he opened the way for my genealogical research into my paternal family line. The spring of 1994 was the first year I met my grand uncle Aster.  Before that date I didn't even know he existed.  How it came about that I knew I had an Uncle Aster was from my Aunt Peg Tipton.   Aster was the son of Isaac Ledford Lewis, my great grandfather and the father of my grandmother Hester Lewis Tipton, who married my grandfather Fieldon Tipton.  Uncle Aster's father and my great grandfather Isaac Ledford Lewis - abt. 1940 Aunt Peg knew I was interested in researching my paternal l

Attracted To Bright and Shiny Objects

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Guilty!   Yes, I am guilty of being attracted to bright and shiny objects.  Sometimes I think I was born with a flashing lights disco ball in my Mom's hospital room.  One of my favorite movie scenes if Marilyn Monroe singing "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend." From a very early age, when I spied one of my uncle's diamond pinkie rings, I wanted a diamond ring.  I thought that was the ultimate, to own a diamond ring.  And, since I was a guy and not a girl, it wasn't likely that a handsome beau would buy me a diamond ring. So on January 8th, 1970 I bought my very first diamond ring at Cooper's Jeweler's in Philadelphia.  It was a one carat, almost perfect, brilliant cut diamond with a 18 carat gold band.  I cleaned out my savings account at that time ($1,100) to buy this thousand dollar diamond ring (plus tax).  But you know folks, I've never regretted that buy since because to me, that diamond ring meant that I was treating myself w

Another Blogger Gone

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David entering the Bloggerpalooza festivities with his friend and paying the Warrior Queen This morning Jay, a fellow blogger sent me a message asking me if I knew what happened to David Jeffreys.  He said that David hasn't posted a blog in five months.   David and Wayne - both gone this year I immediately got on the Internet and searched for David's name in the obituaries and sad to say I found that he died this past December 23rd, three days after his 72 birthday. I didn't know David that well. I only met him once in person at that was at the 2013 Bloggerpalooza that was held in Lewes, Delaware. Still, I am saddened by David's death.   In the past year alone three good friends of mine have died: Bob McCamley  September 10, 2014 Ed Cage            January 27, 2015 Wayne Juneau   February 17, 2015 I guess at my age (73) the passing of friends and acquaintances will happen with increasing frequency.   David with his friend Jay Not

Night on the Town

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Bill with the Town Lech For us down here in Lower Slower (Sussex County, Delaware), a "night on the town" could mean one of two things: An evening in Rehoboth Beach (or Lewes) An evening in Milton. Since this is the summer season and the throngs of visitors have descended on the Rehoboth Beach area like a biblical plague of locusts, Bill and opted to go to the newest restaurant in Milton.  I am not naming the restaurant because I would like to go back there and I don't want them to find this posting about our experience last night. Long story short, bad experience.   Three times this week I wanted to visit this restaurant which makes a falafel sandwich that I find very tasty, if expensive. The only restaurant that knows how to make a veggie staple like a falafel by the way. For contrast when I visited Pat in Toronto there seemed to be an Ali Baba's on every other street corner selling fabulous falafel sandwiches for half the price ($5.00 v