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Profound Disappointment

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Kim Davis, the face of religious hate and disrcrimination This morning I saw a news item on my iPhone that that Kim Davis, the four times married Kentucky clerk who disobeys the law because she believes in the "santictity of marriage and refuses to issue marriage licenses to same sex couples, had a meeting with her. Of course I did not believe it.  I checked Snopes.  Nothing.  Oh well, it will eventually show up as a fraud.  Well, guess what?  Apparently it is true.   Regular followers of this blog know that I posted several favorable posts about the Pope's visit to United State last week.  Well folks, all that goodwill is gone.  GONE.   To meet with such a hateful person like Kim Davis who disobeys the law and seeks to deprive me of my Constitutional right of marriage because of HER religious beliefs.  Believe what you want to Kim Davis but when YOUR beliefs affect my life, then that is wrong. What a profound disappointment I have in this Pope, who was suppo

More Thoughts on My Prostate Cancer

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Folks, I cannot tell you how relieved I am that my prostate cancer is in remission.  I am SO RELIEVED.   As one commenter said "On to your next adventure."  And you can believe folks, I am planning many more adventures in my life. My doctor told me yesterday that if I had prostate cancer in my 40's or 50's, that is usually a death sentence.  The cancer is much more aggressive.   My prostate cancer was detected three years ago.  I took almost a year before I decided to have a biopsy.  I feared the side effects.   The biopsy was awful.  Painful, humiliating and . . . . did I say PAINFUL.  Oh yes, I heard of others who said "Oh it was no big thing."  Well folks, try having a staple gun up your anus taken TWELVE samples of flesh from your walnut sized prostate.  And no, I didn't have any sedative.  Apparently I should have but . . . . apparently my urologist doesn't believe in painkillers.   So I was set up like a woman having a baby (legs

Prostate Cancer Health Update

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For the past several months I've had a black cloud hovering over my head.  That black cloud was the reoccurrence of my prostate cancer. In 2013 I was diagnosed with prostate cancer.  After much deliberation and checking with others that I knew had and have prostate cancer, the treatment I decided to take was seed implants.   I was told by my urologist that my PSA score would drop down to zero.  A year earlier my PSA score was 8.4.  The range should be from 1-4.   After my seed implants my PSA score did drop to 1.1 but then six months later it went up to 1.2.  Not much but still, it went up which concerned me.   Of course I had all kinds of dreaded scenarios in my mind.   "What if my prostate cancer returned?"   "What treatment should I get, if any?" I decided that if my prostate cancer returned I would not seek treatment at my age.  The side effects are just too horrific.  Of course dying of prostate cancer is "horrific" too but hey,

Following the Pope Cape Flap Coverage

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The Pope arrived in Philadelphia yesterday.  For many years I lived in Philly.  I was working in center city Philadelphia when Pope John Paul visited in 1979. Hundreds of thousands turned out to see Pope John Paul on that spring day in 1979.  I  don't remember security holding me back from going out at lunch.  My only delay was the shoulder to shoulder people. Today, I understand that Philadelphia is in lockdown.  Everyone who enters Philly is searched, more thorough than airport security.  Wow. Am I ever glad I don't live in Philly now.  The world has changed folks.  On days like this I am glad I live in LSD, also known as Lower Slower Delaware (Sussex County).  Oh we have our crowds.  Check us out at the height of the summertime season when a tsunami of tourists descend on our welcoming shores.  Thankfully the tourists have left and the parking meters are turned off.  We have our sunny, sandy, windy shores back. Yesterday, while watching Pope Francis deliver an addr

Pope Francis Visit - Part Deux

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Yesterday my longtime good and every vigilant friend Lar informed me via Facebook that the Pope Francis quote I posted yesterday was an Internet hoax.  Oh well, I fell for a hoax again.  Surely not the first time nor the last time I will be suckered in an Internet hoax posting for something that I believe in.  My first response to my friend Lar was "So what?"  It's the way I feel.  And friends, that is the way I feel.  I don't believe that one has to go to church every Sunday to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.  Actually, I don't even believe in the Afterlife but I can't help but hedge my bets.  Just in case there is something after we pass on, I don't believe that those who don't accept Jesus Christ as their savior will not enter Heaven.  Just doesn't make sense to me.  You mean all those in this world, which is the majority of people, will not enter Heaven?    Of course I am well aware of the impregnable self certainty of many Bibl

Pope Francis

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I've been absent from these parts the past few days.  In addition to my regular activity, I've been following the almost continuous coverage of Pope Francis's visit to America. At first, I was annoyed by what promised to be wall to wall Pope coverage.  But you know folks, the more I watched, the more I became at peace.  This man, Pope Francis, is sending a different message than previous Popes or religious leaders.  His message over and over is one of inclusion.  Dignity and respect for even those of us who are on the lowest rungs of the socio-economic ladder. I'm getting a big kick out of watching how the Powers That Be try to keep taking the Pope away from contact with the Great Unwashed Masses, and keep him isolated for their exclusive use.   Yesterday, after his address to the joint session of Congress, did he have lunch with the Powers That Be?  All the IMPORTANT people.  Or rather, self-important people?  No, he had lunch at a D.C. homeless shelter. Bra

The Face of Greed

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Folks, this is the face of pure greed. A person who has no moral character.  I place this person in with terrorists.  Pure evil.  I need to say nothing else. What really sends a chill down my spine is that this person doesn't even see how evil he is. Martin Shkreli, CEO Turing Pharmaceuticals bought this company and decided immediately to raise the price of the company's 62-year old medication used by Aids patients by over 5,000%.  The drug, Daraprim, increased from $13.50 to $750.00.   The pill costs about $1 to produce, but Mr. Shkreli, a former hedge fund manager (now there's a recommendation) said that does not include other costs like marketing and distribution.   Sure, you greedy monster.  Didn't you make enough money with your hedge funds?  Oh, and another thing, he's an Albanian? Welcome to America you f -cking greed monster.

Bill Gets His Flu Shot

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Bill and "friend" at the Georgetown VA Outpatient Clinic Last Friday Bill and I made our annual trek to the Georgetown VA (Veterans' Administration) Outpatient Clinic in Georgetown to get our flu shot. Vets waiting for flu shots at the Georgetown VA Outpatient Clinic We got there early so as to be one of the first to get our flu shots.  I have to admit I question the efficacy of getting flu shots because it seems every year I get a bad cold. I don't know whether it's the flu or just a cold, I just know that I seem to get sick anyway.  But then I wonder what would happen if I didn't get a flu shot.   Bill gets ready for his flu shot Last year, while Pat and I were frolicking around in Los Angeles in January, Bill said he was bedridden with one of the worst cases of the flu he's ever had.  And last year I heard that the flu shots were only 22% effective anyway.  But still . . . . we were down there this past Friday queuing up for our f

No Regrets

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My ship is coming in - soon As I approach my 74th birthday in a few months, I look back on my life and ask myself "Do I have any regrets?" Of course I do.  Many small ones, too numerous to mention and not significantly life changing. My biggest regret was financial that took place nine years ago.  I've already written about it in previous blog posts so I won't go into the painful detail in this post.  Basically I could have sold our house in Pennsylvania five days after I had it on the market for $640,000 but I laughed at the offer because I had it on the market for $700,000.  I sold our house eleven months later for $500,000.  We almost went down the tubes on that one folks.  That was the closest call I've ever had in my life of total financial ruin.  This on top of losing almost a quarter of a million dollars (yep, $250,000) in the Great Financial Market Meltdown of 2000.  Still here folks, a survivor. I've had a long life.  I've been at many

Unrepressed Rants on a Sunday Morn

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Me and Pat (with out now lost out of fashion greasy hats) on Hollywood Boulevard with the Chateau Marmont in the background, last January and our unfashionable regular legged jeans - we were so gauche. But we will be back, albeit with new hats but the same unfashionable (and comfortable) jeans. This morning I was trying to think "What do I write about in my blog today?" Several subject matter has been trolling through my brain the past few weeks.  One thing that's been really bugging me is the ever increasing ads in the magazines I subscribe too.  I've already let my subscriptions to National Enquirer and Globe run out.  For as much as I pay (over $100 a year for each one) for those tabloid rags, I'm hardly getting my money's worth because there is little if any real gossip (I am a gossip monger).  Mostly their subject matter is Obama is gay, Obama is a womanizer (how can he be both?), Obama isn't an American (heard that before), Obama is a s

Trump's Downfall

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Kiss that presidential campaign "goodbye" Donald Well folks, I've been enjoying the Traveling Donald Trump show as have many others.  But last night, at a town hall meeting in New Hampshire, during a town hall meeting Donald Trump showed his true character.  The first questioner "asked" Mr. Trump: Trump should have immediately corrected the questioner that Barrack Obama IS NOT A MUSLIM (not that there is anything the matter with that, Muslims are also citizens of these United States), but that he also should have corrected the questioner that Barrack Obama IS A CITIZEN of the United States.  Donald Trump should have done what former Republican presidential candidate John McCain did seven years ago when confronted with a similar situation when a woman in his audience called Barrack Obama "an Arab".  This folks is the difference between character.  While I'm no fan of John McCain (war hawk), with this exchange John McCain showed that

How's the Leg?

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Me on a ladder, picking bagworms from our pine trees - something (standing on a ladder) that was impossible just a few months ago How is my leg?  So glad you asked. I'm walking, that's the most important thing.   I'M WALKING!! But I do have limitations.  Like right now as I'm sitting at this computer typing this blog post.  My left leg is numbing up.  I cannot sit for more than ten minutes without my leg swelling up. My leg is the best when it is elevated.  When I get up in the morning after a full night's sleep in my bed, my leg is normal.  There is no swelling, no thickening of my ankle. My orthopedist told me that my leg would never be the same but "almost" the same.  I guess that was to be expected since I severed my quadricep muscles on my left leg when I slipped and fell on the icy cobblestones that bitter five degree cold night as I left work February 17th of this year. I never expected my leg to be the same.  Way back in 1962 I fe

Last Night In Toronto

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One of the things that keeps me going in life is always having something to look forward to.  I've always believed that once you let your life get into a rut, you're on the downward spiral.  All my life I've had something to look forward to. These days what I look forward to, in addition to my wonderful life here at home with Bill, is my four times a year outings with my Can-Am pal Pat.  A few weeks ago I marked the end of summer by visiting Pat at his home in Toronto Canada.  I started this tradition last year and I plan to continue it until I can no longer mobilize myself.   In January Pat and I will visit Los Angeles (West Hollywood) for the second time.  In the spring Pat comes down here to Lower Slower (Delaware) for his annual Spring Visit.  Pat also comes down later in the summer to have a taste of Rehoboth in high summer season, date to be determined. Pat and I love Philadelphia and plan to make a visit there sometime again.  We both also want to visit Chica

A New Day

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"How are you doing?"  That's a question I am often asked when I go about my daily routine. Whether it be at on of my ever increasing doctors' appointments, or encountering a neighbor during my Morning Walk.   "How are you doing today?" I am asked.  My answer is always the same: "I am doing fine.  Every day I get up, and put one foot ahead of another was I get out of bed, I am thankful I have one more day on this earth" (or some variant of that statement).  And I am thankful folks.  Even though I do have my down days, like a few days ago when the Black Dog appeared at my doorstep again.   Not to belabor the subject, but I usually keep the Black Dog (depression) at bay through my daily activities and appreciation of life.  But somedays, like last Sunday, there was a confluence of events that prompted that door to open just a bit and I caught a glimpse of the Black Dog. My high school class was having an informal reunion which I cho