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Flu Shot

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Whose the guy with the skinny arms and haggard face. That's me! Bill and I got our annual flu shot today.   We get our flu shots at the Veterans Administration Outpatient clinic in Georgetown, Delaware.  We were notified last month the flu shots would be available today from 1 pm to 3 pm.  Yes, right in the middle of my midday nap.   I took an early lunch then took myself and Bill for the eleven mile (one way) trip to the Veterans Administration Outpatient clinic.  Yes, in the heavy midday traffic which I try to avoid. Upon arriving at the clinic we immediately noticed that the parking lot was full.  Oh uh, looks like a long wait.  We entered the clinic and there they were, all us old vets wandering around in confusion.   I asked one vet what was going on.  He said "They're out of flu vaccine already. You have too get an authorization sheet to get  your shot at Walgreen's."  Okay.  This sounds familiar.  Same thing happened last year.   We load

Happy Birthday Bill!

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Bill Kelly, Johnson Air Force Base, Tokyo, Japan 1951 Today is a very special day. Today is the love of my life's 91st birthday! Happy birthday Billy! Bill Kelly, Philadelphia PA 1976 The past 55 years have been the best of my life and that is because of you Bill! Thank you with all my love. Ron

Ron Rides His Bike

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Me, around 12 years old on my paper boy bike (the only picture I have of me on that sturdy bike)  1954 My first bicycle ride was when I was about ten years old. My Mom got me a paperboy job and I needed a bike to deliver those newspapers.  I have very few pictures of my first bike unfortunately - this one taken by my brother Christmas Day 1954 I never had trouble riding a bike when I was that age. I was a paperboy for five years, quitting when I was fifteen years old because I thought I was too old to ride a bike. That notion seems quaint now doesn't it but back in the Fifties, only kids rode bikes. Adults didn't ride bikes. Oh sure, I saw those newsreels of adult Europeans and Asians riding bikes but hey, they were too poor to own cars. My trusty paperboy bike 1954 From fifteen years old to my forties I didn't ride a bike. I had no need to.  Then came a time when I lived in center city Philadelphia and bike riding by adults because socially acceptabl

Slideshow of 2019 Annual Trip to Canada

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Here it is folks! The slideshow you all have been waiting for, my annual trip to Canada to visit my friend Pat and his friends.  I think this is my fifth annual trip.  I always go at the end of summer.  My first two trips were to Pat's former home in Toronto.  These last three trips are to Pat's new home in downtown Hamilton, Ontario. Pat lives in a classic historic hotel that is being converted into luxury condominiums.  I fly into Buffalo, New York (once I flew into Pierson International in Toronto, NEVER AGAIN) where Pat picks me up. First we stop at Wegmans (oh how I miss Wegmans) for lunch. Then we go over the border into Canada.  When we arrived in Hamilton we attended a condo warming of Pat's friends Verna and Sharon, who had just purchased a penthouse condo right above Pat's junior penthouse condo.  The rest of the week during my visit was very productive.  We visited "Harold, the Dancing Man" who was in the hospital after surgery. Ha

Howard's List

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Friends Tommy, Howard and me a few years back at a reunion after thirty years Time for a new list folks! This one from my friend Howard of Laurel Delaware.   CAN YOU FILL THIS OUT WITHOUT LYING? 1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth?   Homemade rum cake 2. Do you sleep naked ? No 3. Worst physical pain you ever experienced?  Kidney stones, many times. Lost count. Wanted to die. 4. Favorite place you have been?   Palm Springs, California - also Provincetown, Mass Me, Palm Springs California 2017 Me, Proncincetown, Mass 1980 5. How late did you stay up last night?  About one o'clock  6. If you could move somewhere else, where would you move to?  Palm Springs, California 7. Which of your Facebook friends lives closest to you?  Neighbor Barbara, right next door 8. When was the last time you cried?  When my Pomeranian Horace died - 1998 - I don't cry but I did then 9. Who took your profile pic?  Barbara, my next door neighbor 10.

Another One Bits the Dust

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John Hannum Tipton, U.S. Army Paratropper 1942 One of the most significant things about being as old as I am is that I get to experience the loss (deaths) of so many folks I know. Oh sure, all during my long life I have experienced death. The first death I experienced was my Uncle John Tipton who died in 1961.  He accidentally burned himself to death at thirty nine years of age. His death was significant to me in several ways.  Of my father's ten brothers he was my favorite.  He didn't treat me like a child. He always had a friendly wink for me and smile when he saw me. Not only was he my favorite uncle but he was the favorite of all of my thirty-six first cousins. His death was ironic because he had survived World War II as a prisoner of war. He had escaped twice from a German POW camp only to be recaptured twice.  His mother (my grandmother) died two months before the end of the war thinking he had died in combat (he was a paratrooper).  After the war was over he was r

Humpty Dumpty Falls Again

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None of my quarterly adventures with Pat is complete without a fall.   During my recent stay in Canada with my Canadian Travel Buddy Pat, I had a couple close calls but didn't actually fall until we visited a bar with a live band. Pat took me to Port Dover, Ontario to visit his friends Paul and Deb and their new house (which was lovely).  After having dinner at Paul and Deb's we topped off the night by visiting a local bar with a live band.  The place was the Norfolk Tavern and the band was the Jack Sith band.   The band was great!  I had a ringside seat to listen and videotape the band and the dancing. I even danced later (a video of which I will post in a future blog post).   While videotaping Pat and Deb dancing, I attempted to stand up to get a better view of Pat and Deb which was being obscured by a blonde dancing in front of them. As I stood up I lost my balance and fell backwards into the crowd behind me.  You can see my tall chair hit the floor. I almost h

Back Home From Canada!

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Pat and I at the Relay coffee shop in downtown Hamilton, one of Pat's daily hangouts. They make a great mocha coffee! I'm back home from my annual weekly end of summer trip to Canada!  Obviously I was having such a good time I didn't have time to keep all of you, my faithful blog followers all these years of my daily activities. Heck, I hardly had time to update my daily journal. So how was my week in Canada?  In one word GREAT!   Pat is the perfect host. As some of you may know Pat's condo is in a converted downtown historic hotel. Pat lives in an ultra modern and minimalistic 568 square feet one bedroom unit. Small but still spacious with lots of light. Actually a whole wall of windows from his 14th floor condo overlooking downtown Hamilton. During my stay we at out every day save one. Hamilton has many new restaurants which we sample. All the restaurants are good but I was disappointed with the Indian Nepalese restaurant which was a bit too spicy for me