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Cecil the Lion - Killed by American Dentist

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Did you hear about the asshole American dentist (who obviously makes way too much money) who killed the famed Cecil the lion?   You know folks, I'm not a religious person but at times like this I wish there was a Hell so there would be a seat reserved for this dentist, Walter Palmer.  Big Brave Man who shoots a pet Mr. Macho Big Game Hunter paid over $50,000 to shoot this lion with a bow and arrow then stalk the wounded lion for forty hours before killing him with his gun.  Then he cut the lion's head off and skin him.  Hey, now he can mount Cecil's head in his machismo big game den, which he obviously has and brag to his fellow macho buds about what a masterful man he is.  You know folks, I never got the hunting thing.  Oh sure, I know all about hunting for food and I guess that's all right (my father was a dedicated hunter).  But I never go that hunting gene, neither did either of my brothers and they're both straight.  But to hunt for so cal

Bagworms and Rabbits

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Now there is a blog title I bet no one has ever posted before.  Hey, anything to get attention. Lately I've been a bit off track in my daily postings.  Several reasons for my tardiness.  An obsession with online Scrabble games (trying to get my win rate up to at least 50% - not successful - yet).  Another reason is just the amount of time I spend in my backyard trying to maintain this garden oasis in Lower Slower (aka Sussex Country, Delaware).   Every year I encounter challenges in maintaining and improving by sylvan wonderland.  This year my challenges are: Japanese beetles Bagworms Rabbits Oh my, oh my.  Several times a day I go out and collect Japanese beetles off of my rose bushes.  They're easy to collect, they just drop into my jar of soapy water and die.   A Japanese beetle gangbang I don't like to kill living things but I do make exceptions and Japanese beetles are definitely one of them.  Why I even slip them into their soapy death when they&#

I LOVE Donald Trump!

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Yes, you read that right.   I LOVE DONALD TRUMP! You want to know why?  Of course you do.   You're thinking "How can Ron, a former conservative (first presidential candidate I ever voted for was Barry Goldwater in 1964), turned Bleeding Heart Liberal, even consider taking Donald Trump seriously?" I'll tell you why (that's why I have a blog folks).   THE DONALD TELLS IT LIKE IT IS Do I agree with everything he says?  Of course not.  I don't agree with everything any politician says, even the ones I vote for. But here is why I like Donald Trump.   He is shaking up The Establishment.   I get a kick out hearing the Talking Heads news coverage of Donald Trump on MSNBC and the other Talking Heads political discourse shows.  They all seem to preface their coverage of Donald Trump with the qualifier: "Donald Trump, a man who will NEVER GET THE REPUBLICAN NOMINATION NOR EVER BE PRESIDENT said today . . . . . . " It's almost like

Backyard Tour 2015

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All right folks.  Due to popular demand, here is a video I took on this hot and humid Sunday morning of my backyard.  Actually it was only one blog follower (the famous "Anonymous") who requested this year's tour but I agree.   Growing up in second floor apartments, I only lived in a house with a real backyard the last year I lived at home (1958).  Then I graduated from high school and I was off to the Army for three years.  After getting out of the Army in 1963 (they didn't allow gays back then, that's why I got out while the getting was good), I lived in a series of apartments.   Then I met Bill, my lifelong (51 years this year!) partner and friend in 1964.  We lived in his garden apartment (Penn Manor) in Pennsauken, New Jersey.  After a couple of years we moved to Philly (Philadelphia) where the "action" (ready "gay" for a young, not and horny guy like me) was.  We got an apartment in Roxborough (Cheswick Square).  Roxborough is a sect

Recirculating

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Here almost a week went by and I haven't done a post.   "What's going on in your world Ron that you aren't posting everyday?" Well folks, here is the answer:  Scrabble Yes, Scrabble is my new obsession.   Specifically online Scrabble.   Want to know who is primarily responsible for this new obsession of mine?  (Of course you do).  Take ONE big guess: There's the culprit.  That retired Canadian police department fingerprint inspector, that part-time Sixties band bass player, that full-time movie extra, that vegan minimalist who lives in that ultra modern house (or "hoose" as he says it) in Toronto:  yep, that's him: PAT Pat, one of the few (probably) only people in the world who can put up with my many idiosyncrasies and still like me for the wonderful fellow that I am (hey, no need for modesty here, this is after all MY blog).   When I visited Pat last year in Toronto, Canada he asked me to play a game (or two

Pat and Ron on the Boardwalk

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While Pat was down here for a few days last week (settling on the sale of his lot in Milton), I took advantage of his driving skills (he had a rented car) and had him take me to the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk. Normally during the summer tourist season I stay as far away as possible from the madness that is Summertime In Rehoboth Beach.  But I do have to admit I do like to experience the "Gone to the beach summer ambiance" at least once. However, when I've done The Deed on my own, it's just not the same as experiencing this unique summer tradition with a friend.  Bill can't stand the crowds and the posing and the noise.  The only time I can get Bill to go with me to the boardwalk is very early in the morning when no one else is around except those crack of dawn yoga ladies on the beach (what is THAT all about anyway).   In past years my longtime friend Lar and I would take the "boardwalk walk", Larry driving of course.  We would do that on the day of

What a Week!

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I "graduated" from physical therapy - here with "Rich", my physical therapist What a week I've had. My regular blog followers will notice that I haven't posted in a week.  When was the last time that happened?  I don't think it has ever happened.   So what happened?  I don't think it was any one event but a combination of events.   First, I'm back at work and you know that always takes a chunk out of my time.  Even though I only work two days a week this is the height of the tourist season and Old Ron is exhausted after an eight hour shift of concierge duty at the hotel where I work.  It takes me a whole day to recover. Another reason for my tardiness in posting is that I have to maintain my gardening at its usual high standard.  After all I do have  reputation in this neighborhood to maintain. Recently the Japanese beetles have invaded and are munching away happily on my roses and crepe myrtle trees. And here I thought I had a prob

Fourth of July, 2015

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For the first time in my life, this Fourth of July I feel like an equal citizen of this country, the United States of America. For all of my life (73 years) I have played by the rules.  I went to school and graduated. After high school I joined the Army to fulfill my obligation as a citizen of this country to volunteer three years of my life in defense of this country, the United States of America. After my three year service obligation was completed in January of 1963 I left the service because I knew I was gay and I didn't want to live a life of fear of being found out and being discharged from the Army as an "undesirable."   I would have applied for a job at the National Security Agency, where I worked for two and a half years (in the closet) while I was in the Army.  I could have easily converted my status from Army soldier to civilian government worker at a nice GS rating.  But I didn't because at the National Security Agency, I had a top secret clearan

Happy Anniversary! Fifty-One Years and Counting!

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Bill and I after the "deed was done." Pure happiness Today marks our 51st anniversary.  Yes, we're Two Old Gay Men who survived.   Two years ago Bill and I got officially married at the Sussex County Courthouse in Georgetown, Delaware.   Ever notice when gay couples get married they all have BIG SMILES? Our dear friends Jack and Judy Dawson were our witnesses.   The Happy Newlyweds with their witnesses, Jack and Judy Dawson Although our official marriage resulted in most of my family (two brothers and their families and many cousins who didn't show  up at the family reunion because Bill was there), we were so fortunate to have friends like Jack and Judy.  Our dear neighbors Bob and Barbara Murphy also volunteered to be our witnesses.  These fine folks are my "new" family, since my family can't bring themselves to recognize that Bill and I are their equal now.  Even one longtime close friend greatly disappointed me when I informed hi