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Happy New Year 2018

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Me at Mummers' Parade in Philadelphia, PA - 1965 Happy New Year folks! This photo (can you spot me?) was taken at the Mummers' Day parade in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1965.   That is me in the overcoat with the goofy smile. The Philadelphia Academy of Music is in the background. This was the first time I attended the Mummers' Day parade in person. Cold, cold, cold! For many years thereafter I eagerly looked forward to attending the Mummers' Day parade in person and enjoying all its attendant festivities, especially the "festivities" in the bar (won't go into detail, use your vivid imagination).   These days my New Year's Day activity is working the front desk at the local hotel where I work part-time. In fact this week I'm working four days in a row.  I don't mind. Keeps me out of trouble and I get to enjoy interaction with the guests who are invariably nice on holidays like Christmas and New Years. While I vastly enjoyed my

"The Emperor Has No Clothes!"

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Here we are folks, almost the end of another year. This week after Christmas and before the New Year is when we review the past year and plan for the new year. This is what I call the "dead week."  Most of the regular folks I see on TV are off to warmer climes like Aruba or some other exotic warm breeze palm tree swaying location like Hawaii or the Caribbean.  This is the week that commentators on TV review the past year with lists like "the ten best of . . ." or the "ten worst of . . ." I usually hate those lists because I don't want to relive some of the "ten worst" or the "ten best".  And also I know these lists are just time fillers until the regular TV folk come back.  They pre tape all those shows you know. But the more I got to thinking about these year end lists I thought of my own year end list. Here goes: The worst thing to happen this past year: This one is easy:  Donald Trump This disaster, this danger

My Dream Last Night

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This morning I work up early. "Early" was 4:30 am. Usually I don't wake up until 7:00 or 7:30 am.  I woke up early because I had a dream. A very clear dream. One of those dreams that wake you up.   As I have written before in this blog, at this time of my life thoughts of my mortality often enter my mind.  I have often said that I don't fear death or what happens after death. My only fear is how I'm going to get there. My preference is to go to sleep and just not wake up.  That was the desired exit that two of my younger cousins (Randy and Hester) passed away these past few years. Neither was ill before they died. They just died in their sleep unexpectedly.  I have a mild case of COPD. A few years ago my cardiologist suggested that I wear one of those head gears when I sleep so I wouldn't pass away in my sleep. I didn't take his advice for a couple reason. First I would never get to sleep with a Hannibal Lechter mask on my head (and don't t

Susan

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Susan at the hotel October 2013 Another Christmas has come and gone. Is it me or does Christmas seem to roll around faster each year?  I think it's me. Time is running out on me folks.  But I'm telling you, I'm having one helluva good time during my last act. Take for instance last night while I was working at the hotel. My new friends Mike and Bob stopped by for a visit. Hardly had they left than I looked up from my desk when I heard a lady say "Ron?" I looked up to see the smiling face of Susan Mc. Susan is a local long time faithful blog follower of this blog. She has never left a comment on my blog but she assures me she always reads my blog.  Well, this was a pleasant surprise to see Susan again. The last time I saw her was few years when we during the Bloggerpalooza.  Susan just happened to be at the same local restaurant (The Backyard) in Milton where I was having lunch with Dr. Spo and his entourage of blogger friends. She noticed us at our table

Christmas Day 2017

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Good morning folks!  Tis Christmas morning here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. Just another day, albeit quiet and peaceful outside. This is the one day a year that the roads are almost deserted.  I guess the few cars on the roads are the peoples going to work, like I will be going work at the hotel later today. Bill and I exchanged Christmas cards this morning and reaffirmed our love and devotion to each other for another year. We dispensed with the gift exchanging years ago. We have everything we need and what we (me actually) want I get during the year.  Mr. Impulse Buyer,  no patience here.  I remember when I was a kid and my Mother would take me along with her to visit an elderly relative on Christmas Day. I was always struck and saddened by the quietness of their homes and if there was any Christmas decorations up at all it was usually some sad little dusty ceramic Christmas tree.  No glittering eight foot tall trie with gayly colored bubble lights and presents festooned at the bas

Merry Christmas!

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Today is Christmas Eve and the roads are almost traffic free. Bill and I took a quick ride down this morning to our new friends Mike and Bob.  Bill had not met Bob yet and I wanted to take some of my once a year special treat Christmas Cookies. We had a nice visit and came back on an almost deserted Route One, which was fabulous. There are only a couple times a year that I get to enjoy deserted roadways, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  I love it! Any hoo, I want to take this opportunity to wish you all a very Merry Christmas from me and Bill and an extremely happy and healthy New Year.  Remember, DON'T FALL! Peace and love to all!

Rabbit Ears

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Mr. Pat gives Bill the rabbit ear treatment Organizing my photos I've notice a trend with a certain Canadian friend of mine.  Is it me or does Pat seem to place rabbit ears surreptitiously when no one is looking. Hmmm.   I get the rabbit ear treatment

Christmas 2003

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Ron, you need new glasses! Me with my friends Renee, Christine and Vickey - 2003 Victory Brewing Company, Downingtown, PA Each year it seems as if Christmas arrives sooner. This year is no exception.  In just a few days I'll be  celebrating my 76th Christmas.  At this time I remember previous Christmases.  I have forgotten much but I remember much. The photo at the beginning of this post was taken in 2003.  I worked at First Financial Bank in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.  I've been very fortunate in my work history. I've worked with many fine people.  This Christmas I remember Renee, Christine and Vickey, the women pictured in the photo. This photo was taken at a Christmas dinner at the Victory Brewing Company in Downingtown.  I'm still in touch, via Facebook, with Renee and Vickey. I wish them all a very Merry Christmas! And I wish you, my blog followers both old and newcomers, a Merry Christmas.  Making friends, peace and love; that is what life is ab

Couldn't Sleep

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This morning I awoke up at 4:32 am this morning. Couldn't get back to sleep.  Why? I couldn't sleep after that atrocity yesterday that the Congressional Republicans passed that tax scam bill that pays back their corporate donors, lies about tax cuts for middle America and guts the Affordable Care Act by repealing the individual mandate. What do the Republicans do for our country other than reward the very rich and make life more difficult for the rest of us? they are bought and paid for which they proved yesterday with that obscene White House gathering yesterday praising Dear Leader.  Of course our fake president (Trump - whose picture I will NEVER offend my readers by posting again on this blog) had an event at the White House yesterday to gloat. What really sickened me was the sycophants who publicly performed fellatio on Trump during Trumps cabinet meeting yesterday.  I literally gagged when I watched Vice President Mike Pence disgrace himself by seeing how far he c

New Friends

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Mike and Bob, new friends Regular readers of this blog will know that I have often mentioned my disappointment in making friends in the large gay community here in Rehoboth Beach area of southern Delaware. One of the reasons I moved to Delaware for my retirement in addition to escaping the high taxes of my former home state of Pennsylvania was the large gay community.  When Bill and I lived in Pennsylvania, we were often ostracized by some neighbors just because we were gay. I have blogged about those experiences in previous postings and won't rehash those terrible times where we were discriminated against just because we were two gay men living together in a suburban home some thought belonged only to straight couples. That was a sad and depressing time of our lives which I do not wish to revisit. Bill and I have been living here since 2006. In that time we have made five (Wayne, Bob, David, Ted and  gay friends, one of which has already died. Ironically, our best friend

Class Reunion Movie!

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Good morning folks!   I'm posting again so soon after yesterday's post of the Monster in the White House.  I don't want to let that face looking at my blog followers for more than a day. Today I'm posting the first iMovie that I made of one of my class reunions. I have hundreds of photos and videos that I have to put in this format and post before I make my Grand Exit.   The photos in this video were taken June 22, 2002 at my classmate Dave Fidler's farm in Manheim, Pennsylvania. Dave and his family adopted the Mennonite way many years ago.   I graduated from Downingtown High School in 1959. We have class reunions every year.  In the odd years we have informal class reunions at a classmate's home or local restaurant. On the five year increments (10th, 15th, 20th, 25th, 30th, 35th, etc) we have a formal class reunion at a country club or some such other posh and formal location. This particular class reunion was special because our classmate Steve

Trying to Keep the Christmas Spirit

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Trying to keep the Christmas spirit this year is mighty tough folks.  The cowed Republicans in Congress are about to pass a massive tax cut bill masquerading as "tax reform) rewarding their rich donors.   Make no mistake folks, this so called "tax reform" is really a tax cut as a payoff to their rich campaign donors.  Once this disgraceful tax bill is passed then Paul Ryan will realize his life long dream in destroying the social safety net of Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security. This is called "The Texas Two Step."  Put the government in a massive deficit then claim they have to cut so called "entitlement" programs to pay for those massive tax cuts to their rich donors. Our monster president continues to embarrass us in the world by his immature behavior and recklessness in sending unqualified men for lifetime judicial appointments. Now Trump and his jackals are trying to disgrace the FBI and Special Counsel Robert Mueller who is clo

Moore Loses Alabama Senate Race

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Last night I went to bed early because I couldn't stand to watch the returns of the Alabama senate race between Republican Roy Moore and Democrat Doug Jones. I feared that Roy Moore would win. Roy Moore, the accused child molester who has a history of trolling for teenaged girls when he was a district attorney in his thirties. Roy Moore, the Alabama Supreme Court Chief Justice who was removed twice for refusing to obey the law recognizing same sex marriages. Roy Moore, who identifies as an evangelical Christian and views homosexuality as a lifestyle that is "against nature," said in a 2005 interview on C-SPAN2 that he believes "homosexual conduct should be illegal."  Roy Moore, who said this about slavery in response to a question from one of the only African Americans in an audience who asked when Moore thought America was last "great": - Moore acknowledged the nation's history of racial divisions, but said: "I think it was grea

Dreams

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Add caption Just got up from my afternoon nap. I had an awful dream. I usually don't remember the details of my dreams, but I often remember if my dreams were good or bad. This one was a bad one folks. BAD. Here is my dream in all it's disturbing detail: I was hanging around Casa Tipton-Kelly (our palatial home here in southern Delaware) and I got it in my head to bike to New England. Specifically Provincetown, my former vacation choice de jour during my Glorious Youth.   I don't remember where Bill was but I think we were having some kind of disagreement and he wasn't speaking to me. This happened not infrequently when we lived in Philly.  We would have a disagreement and I would take off for the weekend to visit my friend Bob McCamley who lived near Rehoboth Beach, Delaware which is where I live now. By the time I returned home to our town house in Philly (Philadelphia, PA) Bill would have forgotten what our disagreement was about (usually something insig

People Watching

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Who doesn't love to people watch?   During our (me and Pat) recent holiday in Philadelphia I took many photos and videos as is my wont. I am fascinated by human nature.  Of course it isn't always easy to capture the "moment" of people just being themselves. When that moment is captured it is often just a matter of being in the right place and the right time.  That's what happened during one of our bus rides down Chestnut Street in center city Philly. I was taking a short video out of the bus windows of the mass of humanity that is the daily activity of big city life.  Now I have a question.  Look at this video, knowing that we're in the current climate of sensitivity of sexual harassment. Would you consider the guy giving the eye to the young woman walking down the street a form of sexual harassment?  I don't because he didn't bother her but was only expressing his appreciation of her attractiveness. And, I have to be careful here, she was d

Photobombed

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Me and my co-worker Carrie, the hotel's gardener during her farewell luncheon (by the way, Carrie and I are the same age. I'm not retiring anytime soon) Have you ever been photobombed?  I have, plenty of times. My latest photobombed experience happened last Thursday during a goodbye luncheon at the hotel. Note the look I'm getting from the gentleman seated to my right.  What?