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Back Home From Canadian Holiday

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Miss me?  Monday I arrived back home from my ten-day annual holiday in Canada.  You're probably wondering why I haven't written.  I have a very good reason, I was EXHAUSTED. I have so much to tell about my time in Canada but on this blog I'm going to vent about the Pearson Airport in Toronto. In years past I have taken a flight to Buffalo, which is right over the border from Canada.  I took the flight to Buffalo because the rate was significantly less expensive than flying directly into Toronto and Pearson Airport. Pat would then pick me up at the Buffalo airport and drive me back to his then home in Toronto, a two hour drive.  I've always felt a guilty about having Pat make that two hour drive each way. So this year when I checked the flights, I found that the price for a flight to Toronto (Pearson) was significantly less than in years past.  I made my flight reservations to go directly into Pearson Airpot in Toronto. Little did I know I made a HUGE mist

On TV Again

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"Josh" from the News Journal video taping me this morning on our back deck (it was raining) Well folks, after two tries I didn't make it upstage on "The Price is Right" but for the second time in four years I've been interviewed by a TV reporter.  That happened this morning at my home.   Last week I was contacted by a reporter for the New Journal (Wilmington, DE) re neighborhood opposition to the Highway One Concerts.   Bill and I live in a development directly across from a venue called Hudson Fields. We have lived her eleven years now.  Occasionally, mostly during the summer events are held in Hudson Fields.  Mostly soccer matches accompanied by an announcer shouting over the microphone, revving up the crowd. That never bothered me. To me that was summertime activity.  Sure, there was noise but people were enjoying themselves and it wasn't really that loud.  Hudson Fields also sponsored at times food trucks accompanied by music. Again, never b

Medical Bills

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Last night when I came in from work at the hotel, I always dread seeing what came in the mail.  Bill's medical emergency was last November. Ever since then we've been bombarded (an exaggeration but that's what it feels like) with medical bills for literally thousands of dollars. Seriously, the cost of his emergency (hemorrhaged ulcers) are now approaching $25,000.   Bill receives his care from the VA (Veterans' Administration.)  We've been lucky because Bill has been very healthy for his eighty-nine years on this earth.  Healthier than I have been for sure. But last year his luck started to run out when I found him almost unconscious at the bottom of the stairs to the basement, vomiting blood. When I saw Bill on the floor, moaning in pain I knew our luck had run out.  Thus we triggered the medical billing nightmare that all of us fear in our old age. Through a lot of phone calls and research I was able to get Bill into the VA's new Choice program which p

Death and Destruction

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Now there is a blog title to get attention.  This morning I am thinking and very concerned will all those in Florida who are going too be impacted by Hurricane Irma.  Hurricane Irma headed towards Florida The evacuation of Florida inhabitants is said to be the largest in U.S. history.  This is one record we don't need to set.  I'm hoping that this monster hurricane veers off to the ocean or gulf. However, watching the wall to wall news coverage this morning, that doesn't seem to be the path of the storm.   Several years ago, when Hurricane Sandy blew through here, I was very worried. Here in southern Delaware we also live on a peninsula and only have one way out, Route One to the north. I didn't even want to think about being in the midst of that nightmarish traffic jam out.  And where would I go?  My brother in Pennsylvania who I am estranged from?  Yeah, right.  I would figure something out. We decided to ride out the storm.  I wasn't sure whether t

Photo Memories Captured From Old VHS Tapes

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Me - 1965 Pennsauken, New Jersey Hey folks, I found a whole new treasure trove of photo memories!  Yeah, I know that just what I need.  Seriously though, I'm thrilled that I can now copy images from my old VHS tapes that I have had transferred to a digital format. These images of yours truly were taken in the spring of 1965. I was dressed for my new job at the Girard Bank in Philadelphia. The previous month I had moved in with Bill (Kelly), my partner/spouse of now 53 years.   The images were taken from one of those huge original video cameras that blinded you when the flood lights were turned on,  thus the squinting by yours truly.  Man oh man, was I ever that young?  Talk about Wasted Youth.  I could've been a movie star!  

Hurricanes

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Hurricane Hazel October 15, 1954 Hurricane Hazel was the first hurricane I experience first hand.  Hurricane Hazel blew through Downingtown, Pennsylvania October 15, 1974, where I lived at that time as an 11 year dumb kid. I remember my Mother telling me not to go outside because the hurricane was too dangerous. Of course I went out. I was almost blown away. Scary!  And at that time the wind gusts were only up to 67 mph but that was enough to make it very difficult for me to even get back into the second floor apartment where we lived at that time.  That was enough thrill for me. The next hurricane of significance I can remember was Hurricane Floyd hit the Northeast in September of 1999. At that time I was working two jobs. During the day I worked at a bank in Downingtown. At the end of my day job at the bank I left for my nighttime job at the Hampton Inn for my shift from 4 pm to 11 pm. I knew Hurricane Floyd was blowing through Downingtown but I figured I could get to work.

Memory Lane - 1989

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Here we go folks, another trip down Memory Lane. My memory lane to be exact. For sometime now I have wanted to transfer all my old VHS tapes to a format that was more secure (not fade away with time) and easier to access. I have copied a few to CD's but that was very time consuming and dangerous. I've accidentally erased parts of my some of my old VHS tapes trying to figure out how to transfer them. I'll never get that recipe back again as Richard Harris said in "MacArthur Park." I had considered paying a service to transfer my precious VHS tape memories but at $25 a pop, that was just more than I could afford.  Plus, I didn't want to send my tapes to India (and that's where they go folks) and take a chance on losing my original tapes, which I read happens.  No thank you sahib. A few weeks ago I was searching Amazon.com for equipment that could more efficiently process my video tape transfers I came across a place called Lotus Media.  All their re

Thankful On A Rainy Saturday

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As I sit here this late Saturday afternoon, listening to the rain falling gently outside, listening to my Pandora Internet radio station, counting my blessings.  Yesterday a good friend of ours (me and Bill) had open heart surgery. We both are wishing him a speedy recovery.  Get well soon Bob! Bob (far left) with our late friend Bob McCamley at Rigby's in Rehoboth Beach December 7, 2007 celebrating Bob Mc's birthday  This morning I was busy arranging and packing up my remaining sixty-seven VHS tapes for shipment to Lotus Media for transfer to my 128 GB flash drive. I received back my previous shipment of forty-three VHS tapes and flash drive yesterday.  I am over the moon with happiness that all those old tapes are now in a digital format on a tiny, convenient flash drive. I can die now and know that my legacy lives on (smile).  Seriously though, I look forward to cutting and editing those video tapes on You Tube and creating some really fabulous videos. I have alw