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Family Matters

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Today I had a call from one of my brothers. He informed me that our other brother is very ill.  Today my estrangement from my brothers ended.  Whatever differences we had in the past, they mean nothing now.  Those differences are minor and probably mostly my fault due to my overly sensitive nature.  My brothers and I are about a year apart in age, which means we're all old.   All three of us are facing increasing medical issues. Years ago we used to take care of our Mother. We all teased our Mother about all her doctors' appointments. Karma has a way of getting back to you. Now we schedule our weeks and months around medical appointments. My brothers and I had a wonderful Mother. We also had a good father but he was mostly indifferent to us. My brothers and I were always closer to our Mother than our father. However, my youngest brother, who I feature here in my video compilation, was the "pet" of our father, which I highly resented when I was younger.  

Rumination of Life and Death in the Sweltering Heat

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Good morning folks!   It's going to be a hot one today! The current heat wave descended upon us two days ago. Here on the Delmarva peninsula where we live, when the summer heat arrives it is almost always accompanied by heavy humidity. That oppressive, you can't break Florida humidity.  Of course Florida is a peninsula too, surrounded on both sides by a body of water. In our case on the one side we have the Chesapeak Bay and the other, is of course the Atlantic Ocean. No dry heat here. This past week was rather pleasant though because neither Bill nor I had doctor's appointments. What a relief not to see the doctor to try and keep our aging bodies going for a few more days, weeks, months and hopefully, years.  I'm reading a book now called "How We Die."  Very interesting book but depressing. To sum it up, we don't get out of this life alive. Hopefully we leave painlessly and with some of our dignity intact but this books doesn't presen

Trip to Philadelphia 2016

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Hey folks, more video compilations!  I finally figured out  to put these memory video and photo compilations together.  I am so relieved to now be able to put some of my 91,000 plus photos and videos together for access long after I'm gone.  I know I kid about it all the time, but I actually don't have that many days left here on earth.  One thing that has bothered me was that all my videos and photos will be lost once I'm gone. Now I don't feel that way. Now, this video compilation is from my annual spring trip to Philadelphia. I don't remember exactly what happened that Pat wasn't with me on the trip up, after all it was two years ago.  Last year and this year Pat takes a bus from Canada to Philly then rents a car and drives down here where I live in southern Delaware. He spends a few days here then we drive up to Philly for a week's stay at a suite I rent at my friend Don McKenzie's co-op in Philly.  At the end of the week Pat leaves by bus bac

Palm Springs Holiday February 2017

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Two years ago we visited Palm Springs for the first time. We (Pat and I) fell in love with this desert oasis.   You know the feeling that when you visit a place for the first time and you know right away that you feel right at home? That's the way I felt about Palm Springs. I felt the same way about Cape Cod the first time I visited Provincetown, Massachusetts way back in 1974.   This video compilation is of our visit to the top of Mt. Jacinto via a tram.  We met our friends Spo and Someone and also Tim and Larry for the trip to the top of the mountain. We left the desert heat of the Coachella Valley to the cold winds at the top of Mt. Jacinto. I was so glad I took my hoodie with me because it was COLD up there.  What was a pleasant surprise was how refreshing the air was. Fresh air, no pollutants. Wow, I could live in that air year round.  I am so thankful to be at this time of my life. Even though I have several health issues that are slowly bringing me down, I can stil

On This Day June 23, 2014

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Well folks, did I go to Rehoboth Beach yesterday?  No I didn't. I took one look (or maybe two) at the traffic streaming down Route One to Rehoboth Beach and decided to forego that headache.   I might go this week. Weekends are out, at least during the summer season. I've sat in that traffic to know it's no fun to stop and start down Route One just to find no parking available in Rehoboth. During my walk this morning I stopped and talked to my neighbor Howard.  He said the best time to go to the boardwalk is early in the morning, real early.  Years ago, when I first got my Subaru, I used to go early, around 6 am and leave before the morning weekday rush of traffic at 8 am. I also didn't have to pay for parking. These days, I usually don't get up until around 7 or 7:30 am.  However this morning I did get up at 6 am. Maybe later this week I'll venture down that way. I need some new photos and videos for my "productions" that I've been featur

Rehoboth Beach This Time Last Year

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Bill and I live in a resort area. We live ten miles from Rehoboth Beach, Delaware.   The trip to Rehoboth Beach in normal traffic takes about twelve minutes. "Normal traffic", alas in the summertime "normal traffic" moves like a lava flow.  Even though getting to Rehoboth Beach is a straight shot from our development straight down Coastal Highway (Route One), traversing four lanes of clogged highway is no fun.  Thus, I rarely if ever visit the boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach during the season.  The season lasts from Memorial Day to Labor Day. For most of us year round residents, we venture little if ever to Rehoboth Beach.  There are plenty of days in the off season when we can visit Rehoboth Beach. Of course those days we're missing experience the "summer feel" of throngs of tourists and people watching. Many of the shops, restaurants and other facilities are closed except on the weekends.  Today is a warm, summery day. I'm thinking of takin

Father's Day 2018 and a Bonus Trump Rant

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What do two men who are not fathers do on Father's Day?  We visit the Laurel Flea Market. One of our annual summer traditions living here in southern Delaware is to visit the Laurel Flea Market. This is where we get a taste of the real Sussex County, Delaware.  Delaware has three distinct demographic groups. There are folks like me and Bill, transplants from another state who moved to Delaware because of the low taxes and milder climate. Most of us live near on or near the Route One (Coastal Highway) corridor which includes Rehoboth Beach, Lewes, Milton, Dewey and Bethany Beach. We are a diverse group of folks. Many of us are old folk, retirees. Also there are many gays and lesbians, looking to live in a more tolerant climate.  The population of inland Sussex County Delaware are more of the many generation Delawareans. Often called rednecks, sometimes with justification.  The third demographic group are the Hispanics, many from Mexico and also many from Central America.

Bill's Vascular Test

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Last week Bill had a vascular test on his legs. Bill recently completed wound car caused by scraps on his legs not healing because of the poor circulation in his legs.   Bill will be ninety years old this September.  His body is slowly giving out just like my body is slowly giving out. Even as I type this post, my left leg is swollen from sitting too long here at my computer.   There's not much Bill can do about his poor circulation except to keep his legs elevated and avoid scraping his legs. The problem is "stale blood" that doesn't circulate up his legs.  Getting old is a bitch isn't it?

Heartless and Cruel

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Folks, I am  trying to keep this blog light and interesting but with the human right's atrocity of the Trump regime separating immigrant children from their parent's who are seeking asylum in our country, I cannot. Yesterday Melania Trump visited a shelter (nice and clean and small, not the one with children in cages), in Texas. She wore a jacket which said: "I don't care, do you?" How cruel, insensitive and tone deaf.  Anyone who supports Donald Trump after this human rights abuse of those thousands of children whose lives he has ruined for his own political gain, they too are guilty.

On This Day, June 18, 2014

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Time for a happy post.  This is another one of my video productions of a compilation of old photos and videos. These photos and videos were taken June 18, 2014 when Pat visited me and his newly purchased lot. We also visited my longtime friend (since high school), Ed Cage of Elverson, PA and Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. I was unsure what kind of music to add to this video because there is sadness involved. Ed died of liver cancer six months after the photos were taken. I didn't know how sick Ed was. He didn't tell us. I didn't know it at the time but that was the last meal we had. Ed's last words to me were "That was nice" , referring to the dinner.  The other sad story was of the man who is in the photo with Pat (two photos).  I won't mention his name out of respect for his family. That man was very kind to Pat. His son mowed the grass on Pat's lot that he had purchased in the development he lived in.  That man died three years later. He was s

Trump Jails Babies

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Several months ago I decided not to post any more of my political rants on this blog. This has been a hard decision for me, especially lately with Trump's decision to separate children from immigrants on our southern border seeking asylum. That's right, immigrants seeking asylum, not people illegally crossing our border. These people are presenting themselves at the border seeking asylum. Now Trump has decided with his new policy, and don't believe his lies that this is "the Democrat's fault" , of using children as pawns to build his fucking wall.  That's right, the wall that he claimed "Mexico is going to pay for" , another Trump Lie.   Trump's ONLY goal is to satisfy his base so he can appear at his "rallies", strut down the runway to the rapturous applause of "I can shoot someone on Fifth Avenue and not lose any supporters" audience.  Trump is holding these children as hostages. How can anyone be that soulless

Gay Pride Month

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June is Gay Pride month.  I've only been in two "gay pride" parades or marches in my life.  The first one was in 1979. It was the first LGBT march for equal right in Washington D.C.  1979 March on Washington D.C. - I'm somewhere in that mass of people - oh how I wish I had taken my camera. What was I thinking? I lived in Philadelphia at the time.  I was told a bus was taking folks down to Washington at no cost to participate in the march. At first I hesitated to go, fearing for my safety and embarrassing my family when I was arrested, which I sure would happen. I was so sure, I didn't take my camera with me because I didn't want it confiscated and destroyed. I thought what would be the point of taking pictures only to have them confiscated? I was very nervous when I rode that bus full of participants in the march. The bus was so full, there were people sitting and lying on the floor. When we arrived in Washington, the ominous quiet and sens

Reflections on the Estrangement of Relatives

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My brothers 1954 Dr. Spo, one of my favorite bloggers recently wrote a very thoughtful post on the estrangement of a relative. This prompted me to think and now write about my own personal estrangement of relatives.  I've been thinking about this subject for sometime. I've been reluctant to post about it for a few reasons. The main one being that it is just too painful. Another reason is why add to this sadness. I know some of my relatives read this blog.  They either read it or someone they know does and they report back to them lest I write anything that concerns them. I also haven't written because I do respect their privacy. But that time has ended.  Me (my hand on my father's shoulder) and my two younger brothers - 1946 I have two younger brothers. Both of them know and have known for years that I'm gay. They know Bill and I have been together for lo these many years (54 now).  We have all gotten along well over the years. However, with one broth

Brad - Summer 1980

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Continuing with my video blog memories series, this video is a compilation of my last boyfriend, Brad. Yes folks, I have had a long stretch between boyfriends. I never had another boyfriend until you know who in 2013 (check yesterday's blog). I met Brad in the summer of 1980 at the Drury Lane bar in Philadelphia.  I didn't know it at the time I met Brad that he was homeless, but he was. He had been thrown out of his boyfriend's home and was staying temporarily with a married couple, who were friends of him and his boyfriend.  At that time Bill and I were building our house in Downingtown, Pennsylvania, thirty-seven miles west of Philadelphia. Since the house wasn't completed, I rented an apartment at 2124 Spruce Street in center city Philadelphia so I could continue to walk to work at the Girard bank. Bill lived in our house in progress in Downingtown. After spending the night with Brad at his temporary residence, he told me he was looking for a place to live..

Patrick 2013

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Hard to believe but it's been five years since I met my travel buddy and FaceTime friend Pat.   I've told this story before but I'll tell it briefly again for those of you new to my blog. I "met" Pat when he left a comment on my blog as I was posting a blog. That was the first time (and last) I ever got a comment on my blog while I was writing a blog. Pat wasn't and isn't a regular blog reader or follower. He happened to see my picture testifying before the Delaware State legislature for marriage equality. He liked what he saw and researched the Internet for more information on me. That's how he happened to come across my blog. When he left a comment on blog, I left a comment right back as I always do when someone leaves a comment. He left another comment and I left another one right back. We continued that way for a while then I asked him if he had FaceTime. He didn't know what FaceTime was.  I told him and since he had an Apply computer

Trip South 2010

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The last time Bill and I took a trip was in 2010 to visit my Mother who was living and being taken care of by my brother John and his wife Barbara in Greenville, South Carolina. After our visit John and I took the two hour ride to the Pisgah Mountains in western North Carolina, right over the border from Johnson City, Tennessee to visit our paternal ancestral roots.  Also known as our hillbilly roots.  Yes, my father and his father and the rest of the Tipton were hillbillies or Appalachian residents, Pigeon Roost, North Carolina. While there we made a side trip to Johnson City to visit our Aunt Daisy Buckles, who is the daughter of Isaac Lewis, my great grandfather and father of my grandmother Hester Lewis Tipton.  Isaac Lewis - my great grandfather 1856-1944 The family moved to south eastern Pennsylvania when my father was ten years old (1930).  They were starving up in those mountains.  My grandfather was in the lumber business and there was no lumber business during th

Twenty-Five Questions

Hey folks! I'm going to give you a break from my recent stream of videos. I haven't done one of these "Question and Answer" posts for awhile. These questions I stole from my good blogger friend Jon.  Read and be amazed! 1. Have you ever had chicken pox? No, but I had the mumps. Is that the same thing? 2. Have you ever shopped in Home Depot? Yes I have. Also Loew's, Lumber 94, Dicks, and BJ's. Name a store I haven't shopped in.   3. Have you ever spied on your neighbors? Absolutely. In our previous life in Pennsylvania we had homophobic neighbors always plotting against us. We had to stay one step ahead of them. We did. 4. Have you ever ridden in a limo? The only limo I ever rode in was the one for my father's funeral. He died on a hot August day in 2010. I made the arrangements for the funeral and opted to go whole hog and use the limo for the immediate family (me, my Mother and two brothers). Wasn't so luxurious though becau