Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Caregiver

Bill has lunch on his last day at the hospital (he left most of the food)
Last month, after witnessing Bill slug through another ordeal in dealing with the VA for him health care I decided that I would be his official caregiver.  

This is a job I should have undertaken years earlier but I was either too lazy or just wanted to respect Bill for his independence. 

When Bill and I first met I was twenty-two years old and Bill thirty-five. Even though my three years in the Army (from age 18 to 21) matured me immensely, I was still in many ways a (have to be careful with what I say) "kid" and Bill was the "man."  After all he was almost old enough to be my father.  He was only five years younger than my Mother.

Over the years our roles have gradually changed.  

When I met Bill in 1964 he was making three times my income.  When we build our house in 1980 I was making twice what Bill was making.  I advised him to take early retirement (at 55 years of age) because I was making enough money for the both of us.  Of course you know how that worked out. Two years later Mellon Bank bought Girard Bank where I worked.  Four years later I lost my job.

Fortunately I got another job at another bank.  Then I began an odyssey of jobs from working at two more banks, as a consultant and finally as a hotel front desk clerk.  In between those jobs I had a summer job as a gardener at $8.65 an hour on a rich woman's estate.  But I digress.

Through all this adventure, I managed to keep us afloat even through the housing crises of 2006 where we almost went under with our house on the market for eleven months and a new house mortgage to pay for. 

A few years ago I noticed that Bill began slipping.  Hell, I began slipping too.  But you do what you have to do.  Survival is what life is all about.  That an a little love too, if you're lucky.  

Now, the past few years with having gone through several medical issues myself, I realize that the end is near.  We've been lucky because Bill has been relatively healthy during all these years.  In fact he's even VERY healthy.  But at 88 years old, body parts start to fail. I've noticed that fact with myself (you should see me get out of bed in the morning) and with my friends.

Two nights ago when I responded to the "tap, tap" on the floor beneath this chair in my home office at my computer, and I saw Bill naked and bloody lying postrate on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, I realized that our live if fundamentally changing.  

I took care of what had to be taken care of that night to get Bill immediate medical care. Now I have to deal with the Catch-22 bureaucracy of the VA in getting Bill's medications and medical bills paid for.  He doesn't have Medicare Part B, only Part A.  I have both Part A and Part B (at least until Trump and his Republican cohorts dismantle Medicare and privatize the program) so my journey through the Medical Treadmill is much easier.  Not so with Bill and his VA care.

Tomorrow we visit the local VA outpatient clinic.  I need prescriptions filled for Bill that I got from his recent stay at the hospital.  I know that the VA is going to tell me that I have to contact the Wilmington VAMC.  WhenI call the Wilmington VAMC then tell me they can fill any prescriptions until his "health care provider" (the doctor he sees at the Georgetown VA) sends them a "note."  Thus I'll get the runaround again tomorrow just like I did trying to get his upcoming cataract surgery eye drops medication (the eye doctor finally sent him the medication free of charge - sample bottles he had from salesmen).  

I apologize for boring you with all this minutiae but this is what my life will be in the future.  I am officially a Caregiver.

In many ways I am lucky though.  Bill is still about to get around.  His faculties are good. His heart is good both physically and emotionally. But he does tire easily.  He's very hard of hearing.  He has cataracts which resulting him him losing his license. He doesn't have much of an appetite. He sleeps a lot, which reminds me of my Mother's habits during the last years of her life.

When Bill had his episode this past Sunday night it just reminded me of how much I care for this man I've lived with for the past fifty-two years.  This man who has devoted his life to me. This man who has put up with me (I am NOT an easy person to live with) for the past half century. 

Even though the next years of my life with Bill will require more from me I can honestly say I feel privileged for my new role. 

This is what love is all about folks. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired.  I'm going to go to bed early tonight to get ready for the next battle tomorrow at the VA Outpatient Clinic.



Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Bill is Home From the Hospital!




Good news!  Bill is home from the hospital.  

I got the call this afternoon to pick him up.  

Here is what they found:


  1. Atrophic gastritis
  2. Esophagitis
  3. Hematemesis
  4. Multiple gastric ulcers
  5. Peptic structure of esophagus
In layman's language Bill has ulcers and an irritation of his esophagus.  He also has a fungus infection which is unrelated to his esophagus problem.  

Now to begin the journey through the labyrinth of VA health care.  We will begin this tomorrow with an in person visit to the VA Outpatient Clinic in Georgetown and Bill's primary care doctor.  Wish us luck!

But in the meantime, I am so glad to have Bill home.  Our home isn't a home unless Bill is here.  I can't imagine my life without him. 

Ready to leave the hospital


Monday, November 28, 2016

Bill Is In the Hospital

Bill in the Emergency Room last night

Bill is in the hospital. 

Late yesterday afternoon he complained about an arthritis spill he took that got stuck in his esophagus.  He tried for an hour to loosen the pill.  I looked up on the Internet how to handle this situation. One of the suggestions was to drink warm water or tea. I made a tea for him and he felt the pill loosen.

Bill goes to bed much earlier than I do. Last night he went to bed at around 7:30 PM. His bedroom is in the basement, directly beneath my home office.

At about 10 o'clock I heard a tapping sound on the floor beneath my chair at the computer where I was finishing up some online Scrabble games.

I didn't know where the tapping was coming from.  At first I thought someone was trying to break in from outside.  Then I thought of Bill.  I left my desk and went to the top of the stairs that lead to our finished basement.  There was Bill on the floor moaning and struggling.  He had a bucket near him in which he had thrown up blood, a LOT of blood.  

Not to make this about me but I immediately started to shake (as I am now just writing about this).  I descended the steps and asked him what was happening.  He struggled to tell me that he had passed out when he went into the bathroom to throw up and now he was throwing up blood.  Again, a LOT of blood.

I immediately called 911.  Bill managed to put some clothes on and I helped him up the stairs to our garage.  Within five minutes I could see the lights of the ambulance coming down our drive.

The ambulance was the size of a Hummer, lights flashing but no sound (thank goodness, no need to wake up the neighbors at 10:30 at night).  

The EMI guys went through their protocol in asking Bill certain questions.  His name, what year is it, etc.  Poor Bill, he was in such pain and still vomiting blood.  He was trying to reach the bucket but one of the EMI guys told him just to do it on the floor of the garage. Thank goodness I was able to clean up that pool of blood when I returned from the Emergency Room several hours later.

I don't know what I was thinking but I rode along with the EMI guys in the ambulance that took Bill to the hospital.  I should have followed them down in my car.  Later I had to call my neighbor Barbara and asked her to bring me back.  What a neighbor I have.  Barbara has her own medical problems and here I wake her up in the middle of the night.  What WAS I thinking?  Bless her heart.

At the hospital, the folks in the emergency room quickly took control of the situation.  Bill was still in a great deal of pain. 

I don't want to make a novel out of this and I have to go down to the hospital this morning to see Bill but I wanted to let everyone know who cares about us what happened last night.

The doctors who examined Bill think that his esophagus hemorrhaged from taking too many anti-inflammatory pills, which Bill does take.  They stabilized the situation last night.  Today they will perform and endoscopy to see the extent of the damage to his esophagus.

Folks, to tell you that I was shook up last night would be an understatement of the grossest sort.  Bill and I have been together fifty-two years.  I literally cannot imagine my life without this man who I have lived with since I was twenty-two years old.  But again, I have to avoid making this about me. But last night Bill expressed to me his main concern was my welfare if he wasn't around. That's the kind of man he is, thinking of my welfare.  Well folks, I'm going make sure everything is taken care of for Bill and get him home as soon as possible. 

I'm off to the hospital now to visit him.  I'll update when I can.


Sunday, November 27, 2016

A Gift For Bill




A few days ago I bought a wireless Bose speaker for my Wave radio.  Oh how I love that speaker.  Now some of my favorite music fills the air at Casa Tipton-Kelly. 

I liked my new Bose wireless speaker so much I decided to get another.  This one for Bill for his workshop downstairs in the basement.  Bill loves polka music.  He has been playing some of his favorite polka melodies on an old cassette tape player.  Tiny sound and all that. Now he's living, real Bose sound!  Of course I had to talk him into accepting my gift.  Bill never asks anything for himself other than my presence. While that's flattering (and probably sounds like I am very full of myself which I probably am) I thought he should enjoy his favorite music as much as I do.  So we got him set up.  

Happy times here folks.  Musical happy times!

You know sometimes I take things for granted.  Today I was reminded of how fortunate we are to live in a nice home and just go out and buy something like this Bose speaker.

We drove to Rehoboth Beach first for a walk on the boardwalk.  As I parked the car I noticed the car next to us was packed.  And I mean packed. So I got out and took a video.  As I rounded the car I saw a cat sitting on top of some of the stuff packed in the car.  Then I saw a woman behind the wheel.  Oh my God, this person obviously was homeless and living in her car.  Wow.  Sometimes I need these reminders of just how fortunate Bill and I are.  I could never imagine something like that happening to me but you just never know. 

   

A Gift For Bill




A few days ago I bought a wireless Bose speaker for my Wave radio.  Oh how I love that speaker.  Now some of my favorite music fills the air at Casa Tipton-Kelly. 

I liked my new Bose wireless speaker so much I decided to get another.  This one for Bill for his workshop downstairs in the basement.  Bill loves polka music.  He has been playing some of his favorite polka melodies on an old cassette tape player.  Tiny sound and all that. Now he's living, real Bose sound!  Of course I had to talk him into accepting my gift.  Bill never asks anything for himself other than my presence. While that's flattering (and probably sounds like I am very full of myself which I probably am) I thought he should enjoy his favorite music as much as I do.  So we got him set up.  

Happy times here folks.  Musical happy times!

You know sometimes I take things for granted.  Today I was reminded of how fortunate we are to live in a nice home and just go out and buy something like this Bose speaker.

We drove to Rehoboth Beach first for a walk on the boardwalk.  As I parked the car I noticed the car next to us was packed.  And I mean packed. So I got out and took a video.  As I rounded the car I saw a cat sitting on top of some of the stuff packed in the car.  Then I saw a woman behind the wheel.  Oh my God, this person obviously was homeless and living in her car.  Wow.  Sometimes I need these reminders of just how fortunate Bill and I are.  I could never imagine something like that happening to me but you just never know. 

   

A Gift For Bill


A few days ago I bought a wireless Bose speaker for my Wave radio.  Oh how I love that speaker.  Now some of my favorite music fills the air at Casa Tipton-Kelly. 

I liked my new Bose wireless speaker so much I decided to get another.  This one for Bill for his workshop downstairs in the basement.  Bill loves polka music.  He has been playing some of his favorite polka melodies on an old cassette tape player.  Tiny sound and all that. Now he's living, real Bose sound!  Of course I had to talk him into accepting my gift.  Bill never asks anything for himself other than my presence. While that's flattering (and probably sounds like I am very full of myself which I probably am) I thought he should enjoy his favorite music as much as I do.  So we got him set up.  

Happy times here folks.  Musical happy times!

You know sometimes I take things for granted.  Today I was reminded of how fortunate we are to live in a nice home and just go out and buy something like this Bose speaker.

We drove to Rehoboth Beach first for a walk on the boardwalk.  As I parked the car I noticed the car next to us was packed.  And I mean packed. So I got out and took a video.  As I rounded the car I saw a cat sitting on top of some of the stuff packed in the car.  Then I saw a woman behind the wheel.  Oh my God, this person obviously was homeless and living in her car.  Wow.  Sometimes I need these reminders of just how fortunate Bill and I are.  I could never imagine something like that happening to me but you just never know. 

   

Gift For Bill


A few days ago I bought a wireless Bose speaker for my Wave radio.  Oh how I love that speaker.  Now some of my favorite music fills the air at Casa Tipton-Kelly. 

I liked my new Bose wireless speaker so much I decided to get another.  This one for Bill for his workshop downstairs in the basement.  Bill loves polka music.  He has been playing some of his favorite polka melodies on an old cassette tape player.  Tiny sound and all that. Now he's living, real Bose sound!  Of course I had to talk him into accepting my gift.  Bill never asks anything for himself other than my presence. While that's flattering (and probably sounds like I am very full of myself which I probably am) I thought he should enjoy his favorite music as much as I do.  So we got him set up.  

Happy times here folks.  Musical happy times!

You know sometimes I take things for granted.  Today I was reminded of how fortunate we are to live in a nice home and just go out and buy something like this Bose speaker.

We drove to Rehoboth Beach first for a walk on the boardwalk.  As I parked the car I noticed the car next to us was packed.  And I mean packed. So I got out and took a video.  As I rounded the car I saw a cat sitting on top of some of the stuff packed in the car.  Then I saw a woman behind the wheel.  Oh my God, this person obviously was homeless and living in her car.  Wow.  Sometimes I need these reminders of just how fortunate Bill and I are.  I could never imagine something like that happening to me but you just never know. 

   

Friday, November 25, 2016

Thanksgiving - The Day After



Here we are at yet another Black Friday. 

My Thanksgiving Day was quiet, thank you.  I spent it at the hotel where I work part-time at the front desk.  

Don't feel sorry for me (Argentina) because I didn't spend my Thanksgiving Day in the traditional manner, surrounded by family at a table laden with all manner of traditional Thanksgiving food.  Although I have to admit I did miss the green bean casserole. 

For almost twenty years now, since I've been working part-time (and a few years full-time) as a hotel front desk clerk (after retiring from my 37 year career in bank trust operations), I have worked Thanksgiving Day at my hotel job, wherever that may be.  From where I first worked at the Hampton Inn in Pennsylvania and now at a cool, little boutique (and expensive) hotel in Lewes Delaware. I get to meet lovely couples like this group of folks who return to the hotel every year where I work now.


Thanksgiving hotel guests yesterday 

They are happy to see me and I am happy to see them.  

Now you know my little secret folks, I had a very happy Thanksgiving because I brought smiles to some of my favorite folks faces and then brought a big smile to mine. 

I may not have sat at a Normal Rockwell Thanksgiving dinner table but I had a wonderful Thanksgiving in my own way.  

I hope you did too.


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thanksgiving 2016

Me and Bill yesterday at our neighbors' house - she may have voted for Trump but she still welcomes these two old gay guys proving there is still hope for the future in spite of the Trump presidency 


Good morning folks on this wonderful Thanksgiving Day 2016!

Now I am tempted to say What do we have to be thankful about after this election? Well, as depressing as the results of the presidential election (I still can't get used to the term "President Trump"), I feel we have much to be thankful for.

Take for instance the photo at the beginning of this blog post.  It was taken yesterday at our neighbors' home by a reverent Trump supporter (and a Obama/Hillary Hater).  Yes, we can have our political differences but we can still be friends, at least with some of those "basket of irredeemable deplorables".  Oh sure, I can't go back to where my father was born and spent the first nine years of his life in those western North Carolina Mountains bordering on Tennessee.  That was and still is hillbilly country.  Pristine white with primitive Baptist churches that preach the tenants of Christianity but totally exclude minorities of any kind, including this gay man.  But I can live in our house in this neighborhood without fear of bodily harm, threats or bullying like I experienced the last time I visited my father's birthplace. That photo was taken by a Trump supporter.  And you see we're smiling.  Not because Trump was elected president but because Bill and I are still welcomed in our neighbors' house despite our political differences. 

I have one very good blogger friend (he knows who he is) who (and this is putting it gently) not a fan of either Obama or Hillary. Quite frankly I wasn't a "fan" either but considering the alternative (Romney or Trump), I choose the more rational choice.

I'll admit it folks, this Thanksgiving I fear what our country is in for the next four years.  I don't mean to go on a political rant here but we do have a totally unqualified person as president elect.  Right now he's rewarding his cronies and sycophants with top government positions. He is blatantly flouting conflict of interest norms by continuing to run his personal business empire even as he struts around with his new  found power.  And here is the really sad part, the Republicans will do nothing to stop him as Trump blatantly ignores standards of decently in decorum that we in this country have always taken for granted.  

Thus, as I sit here at my computer listening to my Bose radio this morning in my little corner of the world, on the eastern coast of the United States in Delaware, one of the states that voted for the Democratic candidate (although my county where I live did not vote for Hillary but voted for Trump), I will appreciate what I have.  A comfortable home that is paid for. A loving and stable relationship with Bill (my life partner of fifty-two years in the photo).  A few good friends who are still alive.  Relative good health (my arthritis is catching up with me).  

I have enough to eat.  

I can pay all my bills.

I'm not in debt.

I'm not too ugly (yet, but I'm getting there, age does catch up with one)

Yes folks, I give thanks for this day and all the days I am privileged to live in the best country in the world.  Even though the days ahead are fraught with danger with the impending Trump presidency, I still have hope that some politicians will not be intimidated nor so selfish that they will keep Trump and his deplorables in check.  

Hope is all we have now.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving folks!  


Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Relaxing




Finally, time for relaxing.

The past month has been busy.  My annual birthday trip to Philly. The shock of the election results. The hours and hours getting all of our ducks in line for Bill's cataract surgery.  

Each day it seems all my waking hours are chore filled.  Yesterday I decided to treat myself.  

I went down to the Bose outlet store in Rehoboth beach and brought one of those cool WiFi speakers.  This was a combined birthday/Christmas gift from me to me.  Oh I do treat myself well these days.  No more putting things off until "later."  "Later" is here now.  

So I had a little fun this morning. The video above is one I took of Bill listening to the polka radio station I created for him.  Bill loves polka.  I do too.

The video that follows is one that I posted to Facebook this morning.  I never did learn how to polka dance.  But I had fun anyway. I may have turned 75 years old a few weeks ago but I'm still young a heart.  I will never act as an old man.  Except of course when I first get out of bed in the morning, getting my arthritic body moving.  But once I get started, watch 

out.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Getting Back Up To Speed


Taken just a few moments ago.  The remnants of my fall last week.  All the scabs are almost gone!

Just a short post to let my regular followers know I'm almost healed form my fall last week.  My last big scab (the one over my nose where my new glasses dug in when I fell) came off yesterday while I was sleeping.  I discovered it when I was washing my sheets. Ugh.

Now to get back up to speed.  I'm so far behind in my blog readings.  I'm also behind in my blog postings.

This past week was taken up by trying to get Bill's medication prior to his cataract surgery on December 5th.  We're getting his medication through the VA Choice program. It's a nice program to help vets who are more than forty miles away from the nearest VA facility (we're ninety miles away) but man oh man, the hoops you have to jump through to get anything done.  This isn't Medicare. 

If I'm up to it, I'll write about the Catch-22 situation we were in just trying to get his eye drops.  We spent a whole day at the Dover Air Force Base and all I accomplished was losing my Medicare Supplement insurance card.  Not to worry, they found it and are sending it back to me.  But that whole day was an absurdity of run arounds. I'm already starting to bore myself just writing about it so I'll spare you any more of the frustration and anger that I had to go through to get a simple prescription.

The weather around here has been fantastic, that's the good news.  The bad news is that Donald Trump is really our president for the next four years.  This whole situation seems like a nightmare to me, from which I can't wake up.  But you know folks, I can always find the good in even the worst situation.  At least I think I can.  Here's the "good" in this Trump Situation,  we won't have to hear about Hillary's dammed e-mails anymore.  And all that Hillary bashing, which you know would go on for four years if she was elected.  

The Republicans are in control now.  The ball is in their court.  Let's see what they can do.  I just hope (and I would pray if I was religious) that they don't destroy the country in their quest to completely eliminated taxes for their rich friends and in the process, eliminate the social safety net for millions of Americans. 

I keep telling myself "Ron, don't write anymore about politics" but folks, I am very concerned with where our country is going.  

I fear we are headed into dangerous waters.






Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Hiatus



Me, a bit beat up after the presidential election

Hi folks!  I'm on a bit of a hiatus here.  Yesterday I just returned from a wonderful week's stay in Philadelphia.  Except for another fall, of which I will write about later, I had a fabulous time.

Right now I'm catching up on doctor's appointments for both me and Bill and coordinating Bill's cataract surgery.

I'm not sure how much I'm going to write about the impending Trump presidency.  I'm tempted not to say anything at all and just sit back and what the chaos that surely will happen now that the Hillary Haters have "won."  Just one comment, imagine what Trump and his supporters would be saying now if they lost the electoral college vote and yet won the popular vote.  Yeah, just imagine.

In the meantime, I'm not even going to pray for this country.  The Trump supporters got exactly what they wanted.  Now let them make America great again.  They have made their choice and when this country is in the ditch again, like after the Bush presidency, they have no one to blame but themselves.  It's just a shame the rest of us have to endure this nightmare. 


Wednesday, November 09, 2016

Trump Wins!



What can I say?  

I am in shock.  I am speechless.

Donald J. Trump won the U.S. presidential election last night in one of the biggest political upsets in our country's history.

I will have a lot to say about his victory and what it means to our country in future blog postings but now I just want to express my utter shock and disbelief that this event has happened.

I suspected things were going wrong early last night when I was watching coverage and Trump was leading in all the battleground states.  I got that "sinking" feeling but dismissed it.  

Several times I turned the TV off and only checked the progress of the election on an app on my phone.  I just didn't want to hear all the chatter with the bad news.

I went to bed around 12:30 AM, hoping against hope that the battleground states (and some that weren't like Michigan and Wisconsin) would go Hillary's way.  That was not to be.  I couldn't sleep.  In fact I only managed to get about an hour's worth of sleep and that only surface sleep.

This morning in a few hours my neighbor is going to drive me (in the rain, how appropriate on a day like this) to Philadelphia. 

Today is my birthday and for the past few years I visit Philly with my friend Pat.  I was hoping to have something to celebrate but instead I guess I'll spend some time reconciling myself to the fact that Donald Trump is now the president of the United States.  

One good thing, all the Congressional investigating committees against Hillary will never appear again.  Hopefully.

Have a good day, if you can.


Tuesday, November 08, 2016

Proud To Be An American

Me, third in line to vote this morning! 

That day is finally here!

I felt like a nine year old kid trying to go to sleep on Christmas Eve.  However, I did manage to go to sleep.  Thankfully I didn't have any nightmares like too often I was having the past several weeks. 

I woke up this morning at 5:05 AM, ready to vote.  I checked my iPhone for any over night  news.  All clear.

I got up, hit the bathroom, then told Bill to get ready.  We're leaving so I can be the first in line to vote.  

I have about a four mile drive to Cape Henlopen High School where I vote.  

This morning was a beautiful, bright, clear, brisk autumn day. A perfect day for voting!

I arrived at the parking lot of the high school at approximately 6:25 AM.  I saw one person in line already.  The polls open at 7:00 AM.



One person was in line already as I arrived this morning at Cape Henlopen High School to vote.

I approached the line and I saw another voter arriving at the same time.  I motioned for him to go ahead of me.  I didn't mind being third in line.  


Me with the two other guys ahead of me in line this morning

I said "Good morning!" to him.  We began a non-political conversation.  God forbid if he was a Trump supporter and I would have to stand in line with him with THAT tension. Neither one of us gave an indication of how we would vote.

I found out that a he, like me, is also am Army veteran.  He was in the Army from 1957 to 1960.  I was in the Army from 1960 to 1963.  As is usual with old Army vets, we exchanged war stories.

Before long we looked behind us and lo and behold, check out THAT line.


Long line to vote early this morning

Seven AM arrived and the doors to the Cape Henlopen High school were opened.  

The poll workers were all in place. Some of them were a bit disorganized but I could see that they had staffed for a busy day.  Being a former poll worker myself (when I lived in Pennsylvania) I knew they were in for a long day.

I approached the table where I could sign in.  I showed my voter registration card and signed in.  I thanked the lady who had be sign the book for volunteering her time. 

I walked to my private voting booth.  I had read in the newspaper the night before that the voter commission STRONGLY recommends against taking selfies in the voting booth.  Why, I don't know other than some local bureaucrat exercising their power.  You can take  your kids in the voting booth with you, service pets but take a selfie?  Strongly discouraged.  I took a selfie anyway, a bit blurred because I was afraid of being caught.  


My, quick blurry picture of me in my voting "booth"

Just as I was about to take my selfie one of the poll workers pulled the curtain aside (I thought I was caught!) and asked me if the light was on my voting machine.  It wasn't.  She turned in on.  I took a gander at my choices.  I tried not to look at the name Trump and Pence because I wince whenever I see or hear those names.  

I was going to split my ticket because I like the local Republican representative to the state legislature but decided not to take a chance and accidentally vote for Trump/Pence and voted straight Democrat.  Can't go wrong there can I? 


Straight Democratic folks! Dump the Trump!

Then I exited the flimsy curtains of my voting booth or stand or whatever they call it.  I was looking for my "I VOTED!" sticker.  The poll workers around me still weren't organized but they were trying.  I'm sure now they have their routine down pat but they didn't this morning.  I finally got my "I VOTED!" sticker, which was plastered on my jacket.  It stays there all this week, even throughout my trip to Philly tomorrow to celebrate the election of Hillary Clinton, the first woman president in the history of the United States!


Me happily standing in line waiting to exercise my right to vote - proud to be an American!


At eleven this morning I have to take Bill down to his eye doctor to finalize the paperwork for his cataract surgery in December.  

Then the rest of this day I'm going to be sitting at this computer, with my TV on in the background, listening to the election results.  I'll probably be up late tonight but that's okay.

Tomorrow at 9 AM my neighbor stops by and takes me to Philly.  He's also a Hillary supporter.  We'll have a lot to talk about for the 2 1/2 hour ride to Philly.

Yes folks, today I am proud to be an American.  I voted.


Monday, November 07, 2016

Want a Reason to Vote?


Trump's proposed cabinet choices 

Want a good reason to vote for Hillary Clinton tomorrow?  Check out Donald Trump's proposed cabinet choices!  If this doesn't scare the bejesus out of you, nothing will.

Go vote!

I feel like a kid the on Christmas Eve.  Full of excitement of expectations of a positive result from this presidential election.

I go to work today.  Tomorrow I will get up early and go down to Henlopen High School to register my vote for a straight Democratic ticket.  Note I didn't say "Democrat" ticket but DEMOCRATIC ticket.

Then (barring any jarring surprises) Hillary Clinton will elected president and Donald Trump will be forever branded for the loser that he is.  

Sunday, November 06, 2016

FBI Director Confirms Clinton E-mails No Change

James Comey, FBI Director


Last week FBI director James Comey sent a letter to the House subcommittee investigating Hillary Clinton's e-mails, saying they had discovered more e-mails on Hillary's aide Huma Abedin's computer that she shared with her disgraced estranged husband Anthony Weiner.  

That letter adversely affected the presidential election  two weeks before the vote.  The news media was all over it.  The Trump campaign went into an orgasmic frenzy shouting the lie  "Hillary is a criminal, lock her up!"

Well folks, James Comey just released another letter today saying "A review of new Clinton emails has not changed or original conclusion against charges."  See HERE

So what will the Trump campaign do now after this news?  They will do what they always do, lie.  

Here's the irony, the Trump campaign has the constant drumbeat that Hillary is untrustworthy and a liar.  Of course any reasonable person knows who is untrustworthy and the liar, Donald J. Trump.

Two more days folks, until we can put this nightmare of Trumpism behind us.  To vote for Hillary Clinton and defeat Donald Trump and confirm permanently Trump for the loser that he is.  

You know it's a shame in a way.  Trump appealed to a certain portion of the electorate that has felt left out and who have legitimate concerns.  Oh sure he attracted the white supremacists, and the haters but his campaign also attracted voters who felt neglected and left out of the system.  The shame is that a con man like Donald Trump was took advantage of these people. 

In two days Donald J. Trump will be branded forever in American history for the loser that he is.   Can't happen soon enough.




Random Thoughts Two Days Before the Election



Philadelphia skyline - photo taken by me from 21st and Chestnut Street, where I will be staying next week

Only two more days until the election, can't end soon enough. 

The race is tightening up.  Every now and then I get sick to my stomach just contemplating the outside chance that Donald Trump and his evil minions of hate will take over the most powerful office in the world.

Can anyone really imagine Trump, Giuliani, Christie, and Steven Banion in charge of this nation?  Pence, the ultimate homophobe busily at work reversing all the gains made by gay Americans.  Remember, Indiana Governor Pence actually signed a bill jailing same sex couples who had the temerity to apply for a marriage license.  Yes, that same Governor Pence who seems so polished on the trail when compared to that vulgar barbarian Donald Trump.


Me and Pat roaming around my old neighborhood last year - now a chi chi neighborhood - very expensive!

Hillary Clinton, president Obama and vice president Biden will all be in Philadelphia election Eve.  I'll be getting ready to make my annual birthday trip to Philly to meet my friend Pat, who is taking an overnight bus down from Toronto, Canada.  Philadelphia will be the center of the universe, for a while at least, both for this country and the world and for me.  

My neighbor Bill B. is chauffeuring me up to Philly on Wednesday, my birthday. Bill is also a sane person, he supports Hillary.  I hope we have a LOT of good news to talk about during our two and a half hour ride to Philly. He's picking me up at 9 AM in the morning, November 9th.  Oh by the way, I will be 75 years old on that day.  


Me with my longtime friend (and former co-worker) who will be our host next week

Can you believe it?  Seventy-five years old?!  That is old.  I've discussed situation before with my long time friend (since 3rd grade in elementary school) Larry.  I remember when his grandfather died at 57 years of age.  We thought that was old.  My paternal grandfather, who died two years before I was born, was 59 years old.
  
My paternal grandfather, Fieldon Tipton 1937 (two years before he died of a heart attack)


Look at me, seventy-five years old!  You know something folks?  I don't feel like an OLD MAN.  In my mind I'm still that immature 27 year old who used to haunt the gay bars on the weekends looking for that perfect man.  

I remember thinking at that time that once I reached thirty years of age my life (as a desirable gay man) would be over.  Time was running out.

Well guess what folks?  Time hasn't run out. At seventy-five years of age I am literally have the BEST time of my life.  That is as long as Donald Trump and his deplorable masses do not take over this country.  Now pray with me that this orange faced monster doesn't get elected president.










Saturday, November 05, 2016

"Hold Up!" Trump Supporter Interrupts President Obama



Yesterday at a political rally for Hillary Clinton in North Carolina, President Obama chastised a crowd for booing a Trump protestor.  

First look at this video made by the Trump protestor and then look at the video of President Obama chastising the crowd for booing the Trump protestor.  

I agree with President Obama, we all have the right to free speech including this Trump protestor who, by the way reminds me of the distant cousin who threatened me with bodily harm if I visited his parents again while researching my family tree.  

My cousin (woman in back) and her husband and son before they knew I "practiced the gay lifestyle".  The son is the one who threatened me if I ever "put a foot on their property again."

The night before I was to visit his mother (my 2nd cousin - her grandmother and my grandfather were brother and sister) and her husband (who called president Obama a "quare"), he asked me over the phone is I practiced the "gay lifestyle".  When I replied "If you mean am I gay?"  He said "Now get this bud, you put one foot on their property and you'll have me to deal with! You got that bud!"  Of course I took his advice and didn't visit his parents the next day as I had planned with my cousin Bob and his wife, who had traveled all the way from Marietta Georgia to meet his second cousin. 


My cousin Bob with his wife Marie the night before of the planned visit to my cousin.  I called from this restaurant just to confirm our visit the next morning and this is when I was warned not to "set foot" on my cousin's property by their son because I "practiced the gay lifestye."  You know folks, all my life I've been at the receiving end of this homophobia hate and one would think I would get used to it, but it still hurts when you hear it come out of nowhere.  Just looking at this video of the Trump protestor at the Hillary Clinton rally where President Obama was speaking brought all the evil back to fore. I will never deny who I am but I am not stupid either.  I didn't visit my cousin the next day.  Instead we took a ride through that beautiful western North Carolina mountain country.  Ironic that so much hate resides in such a beautiful part of the country.
 
Me, the next day in that beautiful western North Carolina mountains where my father was born and where my paternal family heritage is and also where so much hate still resides.  The irony.


If you want to know why I didn't visit, check out the hateful venom in this man's free speech.

Now look at this video at how Obama handled this protestor exercising his right of free speech.

The Face of Hate

 He told the crowd to "Hold up!" and stay focused.  Don't waste time booing this man exercising his right of free speech but instead get out and vote (for Hillary Clinton).  While you may not like Hillary Clinton, there isn't much choice.  Do you want to vote for a person (Trump) who has this kind of support?  A person who spews vile and hate and lies and intimidation every time he speaks. A person, who when confronted with a protestor exercising his right of free speech says "I would like to punch him right in the face!"  

I like the way President Obama handled this situation.  This is the way a true leader (of all the people) handles a situation like this.  Deescalate the venom and focus on making a positive change by voting for the candidate who represents the best of America.

Make sure you vote!

Friday, November 04, 2016

The F.B.I. Fails and Other Observations of the Presidential Election

James Comey, F.B.I. Director - more concerned with his own image than the country

One week ago today James Comey, the F.B.I. Director notified the Republican lead House subcommittee that the F.B.I. had discovered more e-mails that may be related to the Hillary Clinton e-mail investigation.  

Thus, James Comey inserted himself into the presidential election.  Did he do it on purpose?  Of course he did because he put his reputation above the protocol of the F.B.I. not commenting on ongoing investigations, especially this close to the presidential election.  The proof?  Why didn't he mention the continuing investigation of Trump's former campaign manager Paul Manafort's ties to Russia?  

Now information has come out that disgruntled F.B.I. agents are leaking information supplied by Trump supporters to the F.B.I. about the Clinton Foundation. 

These actions by the F.B.I. is just the latest pillar of trust to crumble.  There was a time we could assume that the F.B.I. didn't take sides.  That the F.B.I. was above politics.  

Yesterday a tape was played Trump surrogate Rudy Giuliani cackling during a CNN interview that was taken three days before the Comey letter that "something big was gong to happen."  Obviously Giuliani was fed information by rogue New York based F.B.I. agents about their bogus investigation into the Clinton Foundation.




You know what's ironic folks?  That Hillary Clinton is being accused of being a criminal and should be "shot" (according to New Hampshire State Trump chairman Al Baldasaro) or at minimum "lock her up!" that is often chanted at the Trump rock concert tour by his irredeemable deplorable masses. 

I'll ask the obvious question, what has Hillary Clinton ever done to these people?  Nothing, that's what.  

What has Donald Trump and his supporters done? They have created hate and divisiveness on an unprecedented scale.  Trump has offended just about every minority group in the electorate except Stepford Wives perfect model wives and mistresses. Donald Trump has not paid taxes for years, using other people's losses as his own loss to avoid paying taxes.  No taxes to support this country.  No taxes to support our military.  Donald Trump kept all his money to buy gold plated chairs for his Versailles type aerie at the top of Trump Tower in New York City. 


Trump and his toady Vice Presidential candidate Mike Pence who has sold his soul for a desperate grab at power - so much  for evangelicals and heir holier than thou preachings - Pence supports the Pussy Grabber

Only a few days now folks until this mess is over with. I'm going to take a good, long shower.