Friday, November 29, 2019

Thanksgiving Day Surprises

Yesterday,  while working Turkey Day at the hotel, I had two pleasant surprises.

The first was my blogger friend Spo of Spo Reflections (see here).  He called on my phone at work to wish me a happy Thanksgiving. How nice to hear an actual voice in real time sincerely wishing me a happy Thanksgiving. Especial Spo, a sweet and gentle and caring person there ever was. If you're among his friends, count yourself fortunate.  He and his husband Someone has great enriched my life by their wit, humor and kindnesses. I wish they were my neighbors but alas, they live far away in Arizona. 

The second surprise was my boss and owner of the hotel were I've toiled the past thirteen years with my cheery hospitality personality thousands of guests. I had mentioned to him earlier in the week, after I asked him what he was doing for Thanksgiving. He said he was cooking a turkey dinner for nine friends at his house.  I told him that what I would really like for Thanksgiving was a few slices of leftover roast turkey breast.  I don't want the whole turkey and I don't want to buy one of those water infused bland turkey breasts at the store. I told him I was tempted to go one of those places where they dish out turkey dinners cafeteria style to the homeless. I could pass as homeless, I'm old, tired and bedraggled looking enough. Only thing is stopping me is that I would probably be exposed as an imposter if one of my neighbors is spooning out the turkey gravy on my mashed potatoes.

There I was, at about 10:30 PM, on the last hour of my shift and I hear the door open.  "Who could that be?" I thought.  Viola!  It was the owner with a Zip-loc bag of three thick turkey white meat slices.  What a pleasant surprise!  I really didn't expect to get the turkey.  By the way, one of my co-workers is from Turkey, the country. But I digress.  Folks, that turkey will be consumed this evening for dinner. I plan to make a broccoli, Stove Top, cheese casserole with those turkey slices. 

Doesn't take much to keep me happy folks. Just some kindnesses like these two very kind individuals passed my way yesterday.  

I'll pass it on.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Thanksgiving Day

Here we are at yet another Thanksgiving Day. 

The temperature outside is a sunny 48 degrees, perfect for some window cleaning. Yes, this is what I do on Thanksgiving Day. I also cleaned my blinds in my bedroom. However, the window cleaning didn't go so well though. I had to go out through the garage door and I didn't know Bill was still working on the garage door.  

In Bill's previous life he was an electronics technician for RCA (remember that company) and GE.  He took early retirement from that job forty years ago. However, he just can't get the electronics thing out of his system. He always has a project going on. This time in the garage.  He's hooking up an alarm system for when someone drives up our driveway. Of course he's had that hooked up numerous times in the thirteen years since we lived here but this is a project that he's never finished with. He always "runs into a problem."  I asked him "Do you ever take on a job that there isn't a problem? Just once, did you ever take a job on that ran smoothly without any problems?"  He looks at me like I just stepped off a space ship from Mars and says "Well, I ran into a problem here."  

The problem this morning was that instead of going into my home office and checking my e-mails, playing online Scrabble with Pat and other Internet searches, I decided to clean my bedroom window blinds. While I was cleaning them I noticed the windows outside were pretty gunned up.  After cleaning my blinds I went outside through the garage door which I had to open. When I hit the automatic garage door opener I heard a bang and ka-boom! That was screwdrivers, screws, ratchets and who knows what hit the cement garage floor.  Yep, Bill's working on a project again, a project that never gets finished.

When I met Bill lo these many years ago his project was building a living room couch. Yes, a living room couch from scratch. He already had the frame built. The whole time I visited him in his New Jersey garden apartment that couch was never finished. He eventually threw it out, unfinished. In the fifty-five years we've been domiciled together he always has unfinished projects. I've asked him numerous times "How about doing some maintenance like painting or repairing or cleaning?"  Nope, he likes his projects. 

Years ago I looked up to see if this was a psychological thing with someone always working on a project.  Sure enough, it is. I forget what you call it but Bill has it.  Over the years I've grown accustomed to his penchant for unfinished projects but I have to tell you folks, at times my patience is tried.  Like this morning. Of course he's mad at me now because I set him back by opening the garage door. So here I am at my computer kvetching about it. 

I'll go back to my regular routine here at my computer. Then lunch, nap and to work this afternoon at the hotel. We have a full house today. Thanksgiving and Christmas are always the best time at the hotel, almost to a person most of the guests are in a good mood and very pleasant company on the holidays. When I leave the hotel tonight at 11:20 PM I'll see that steady stream of headlights of cars going in the opposite direction of me on Route One, headed for the tax free outlets for Black Friday. Then tomorrow the hectic Christmas season shifts into high gear.  

I may have mentioned this once before but the one thing I would like for Thanksgiving is a nice slice (or two) of turkey breast with maybe some tasty stuffing (Stove Top will do).  I mentioned it to my boss and the owner, he's having folks over to his place for Thanksgiving dinner. I know it was bold of me to ask but maybe he'll take pity on me and bring me over a taste of Thanksgiving. Every Thanksgiving holiday I see these reports on TV about churches and others feeding the homeless Thanksgiving dinners. I've always been tempted to get into one of those lines but I'm too much of a snob to do so.  

Wherever  you are doing today for Thanksgiving, I wish you the best and think of me when you're feeding your pie hole one of those delicious brined turkey slices.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 25, 2019

Annual Maintenance Checkup

This morning I had my semi-annual dental appointment at 8 AM for teeth cleaning and a checkup. Good news, the cleaning wasn't too painful and no new issues with the teeth I have left. The only painful part was paying the bill when I left the dental office.

At 9 AM I had an appointment a few blocks away at the medical imaging office. This appointment was for an X-Ray of my abdomen for my appointment with my urologist next week. He's keeping track of my latest kidney stone that is forming in my old, decrepit body. Hopefully we can head this kidney stone off at the pass before it makes its passage through my very tiny little urethra tube thus causing me such unbearable pain that makes me want to exit this early existence. 

Last Friday I had an appointment at my dermatologist. He, or shall I say she (student doctors observing) removed potentially precancerous actinic keratosis formations under my left armpit and lower back.  Waiting in the room for my doctor to evaluate me, he entered with two women, students. Didn't even ask me but just proceeded to evaluate my body which was only covered by one of those flimsy hospital gowns with the open back. I only had my shorts (underwear) on.  I apologized for my sagging body (always an embarrassment these days) while three sets of eyes scanned said body. He informed the students "Mr. Tipton has three choices, we could shave off the keratosis, leave them (to an option because the constantly itch) or burn them off".  "What will it be Mr. Tipton?"  I said "Burn them all off!", which is what I always have done. The "burning" is done with dry ice. And it hurts.  It burns. Smoke happens. But at least I'm not itching any more and I've dead ended any possibility of those skin formations turning into cancer. This is over twenty-five years now I've been having keratosis skin lesions burned off my skin. None on my wrinkled and weathered face this time though. I walked out of my dermatologist's office sorer but relieved that I won't be itching for a few more months until the next visit in May of next year.

I am so thankful that I have medical insurance to cover all these health care expenses and that I have doctors to take care of me to help me survive a few more years.  

Sunday, November 24, 2019

The "Holidays"

Here we go again, "The Holidays".  

This week is Thanksgiving. As in years past, I'll be working at the hotel on Thanksgiving Day. No complaints here, I'm used to it.  Interestingly I meet the nicest people at the hotel during the Thanksgiving holiday. Usually grandparents visiting their children and grandchildren who stay at the hotel because they can't take all that grandchildren activity 24/7.  Can't say as I blame them. I couldn't either.  Whoever the guests are, they always seem to be in good spirits which I welcome.  Life is too short to be unhappy. Be happy folks!

Now once we pass Thanksgiving Day we'll get inundated with Christmasy things. Some of the worst is that U.S Post Office advertisement that is singing  "There Is No Place Like Home For The Holidays". OMG! Do we have to listen to THAT until Christmas Day?  Come on Post Office, take that commercial off before you turn our brains to 


One good thing this holiday though, I haven't heard too many "HO, HO, HO's"  God, I can't stand that phony Santa "HO! HO! HO!"  

I probably sound like a "Bah humbug" kind of guy but I'm not really. I love the Christmas season and "the holidays" but what I don't like is the over commercialization. 

The one Christmas activity that I have always engaged in and enjoyed is sending and receiving Christmas cards. However, for the first time in my living memory, I think I'll drastically cut back on my Christmas cards this year. There are those former co-workers and friends I've been exchanging cards with every year, I'll still send those because I truly wish them a Merry Christmas.  There are also a few blogger friends I like to send cards to.  But I don't think I'll continue to send cards to those relatives and others who I never receive a card from.  My cards are probably just an annoyance to them anyway. And the relatives, sad to say almost all of my relatives are Trumpers. Can't do it folks, just can't do it.  I've unfriended all of them from my Facebook account so why send them a card wishing them well as long as they continue to support the criminal in the White House. They're lost, especially to me.

I'm looking forward to spending a week before Christmas in Philadelphia with my friends. True friends. I'll be returning Christmas Eve to work at the hotel.  I'm also working New Year's Eve, which is always enjoyable for me working at the hotel.  Long gone are those days when I celebrated New Year's Eve partying at the gay bars in Philadelphia. Those were the days folks!

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Ambassador Sondland Drops the Bomb

Guess who isn't going to jail for Trump?

Whomp! There it is folks. Ambassador Sondland dropped the bomb this morning at the House impeachment hearings. He decided to stop lying and covering up for the criminal in the White House (Trump) and admitted "they were all in on it" re the attempted bribery and extortion of Ukraine.  

Good on Ambassador Sondland who decided not to go to jail for lying to Congress and tell the truth that there was an extensive bribery and extortion scheme going on directed by Trump through his henchmen Guiliani, Pence, Mulvaney, Perry and Volcker to hold back 391 million dollars in funds from Ukraine unless the Ukrainian president would say publicly he was opening and investigation into Biden's son and the so called Ukrainian intervention in the 2016 U S election.

"The Truth Shall Set You Free" as the photo at the beginning of this blog post shows so clearly.

Prediction here, Trump will resign because of "health reasons" but only with the proviso that he be exempt from any future legal action against his lifetime of criminality.  Thus will have completed his lifetime of breaking the law and getting away with it.  

Get ready all you Hillary and Obama haters:

President Nancy Pelosi

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Mouse in the House

This past Sunday as I was exiting the kitchen to the garage I almost stepped on a field mouse that was on the door ledge. It quickly scampered away.

Oh no, not a Mouse in the House again.  Remember the problem I had last year?  One night after I came home from work I encountered a mouse in my pantry.  I think he was as surprised as I was when I opened the door looking for a late night snack.  I put out mouse traps and caught the little (fat) bugger the next day.  He was hiding out under the refrigerator next to the warm coils. Much to my surprise I also caught another mouse in my Have-a-Heart trap.  I think that was his wife. I took her down to the end of Oyster Rocks Road, to start a new life in those wetlands near the Broadkill River.

Yesterday I prepared (with peanut butter) and put out four deadly mouse traps. I also put out the Have-a-Heart trap with a big chunk of cheese. 

This morning I expected to see a squashed and bloody mouse in one of the traps.  Nothing.

This afternoon when I went out through the garage I happened to see two brown eyes looking at me through the metal screen of the Have-a-Heart trap.  One lucky mouse 

Bill and I took it down to the end of Oyster Rocks Road to join its cousin from last year that I released there.  

I put the Have-a-Heart trap out. I fully expect another mouse to show up. Hopefully it will be smart and take the bait (a big chuck of cheese) in the Have-a-Heart trap. 

Friday, November 15, 2019

Philly Visit

Me and Pat at Little Pete's restaurant in Philadelphia, PA November 2016

On this day three years ago my Canadian Travel Buddy and I were ending our week long annual winter stay in Philadelphia. 

This photo was taken at Little Pete's restaurant very early in the morning when the streets were deserted.  I was up early to walk Pat to the bus station for his twenty-four hour journey back to his home in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. Pat and I stopped for a quick breakfast.  I also wanted him to experience Little Pete's restaurant, a 24 hour restaurant that I used to frequent during my bar hopping days back in the 70's.  

We hadn't planned to stop at Little Pete's, Pat usually just stops at a Starbucks, but walking down those rain soaked, darkened streets on that cold November morning I saw Little Pete's and memories came flooding back over me. I asked Pat if he had time to stop.  He did.

Our breakfast was as good as I remembered it as it was when I bopped into Little Pete's after the bars closed at 2 AM.  However, the waitress gave me the sad news, Little Pete's was closing after many years on 17th Street in Philadelphia. See here.

This is just one instance of the adventures Pat and I always have when we get together four times a year, twice in Philly, once at Pat's hometown of Hamilton, Ontario and two weeks in California. 

More adventures await us but it's always nice to be reminded of our past adventures. 

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

First Day of Public Impeachment Hearings

Devin Nunes Cow

This morning I was eager to watch the first day of public impeachment hearings for Trump, who  tried to bribe and extort the new Ukrainian president by withholding $391 million dollars of much needed military aid.  Note I don't prefix "Trump" with "president" because I have zero respect for Trump.  He's a fake president. He cheated to get in office and continues to lie, cheat and steal while in office. He is the most incompetent person to ever hold the office of president of the United States. He is without moral character. He only cares about himself. 

I could go on and on about this repulsive person who occupies the office of the president of the United States but I would only be repeating what you've already heard over and over.

I only watched about four hours of the hearings. Whenever the Republicans came on I muted the sound, especially when that clown in the shirt came on.  

Ohio Rep. "Gym" Jordan, the new Joker for the next Batman movie - SCARY!

One thing I think I will never understand is why ALL of the Republicans in Congress continue to support the criminal Trump. They know he is incompetent and the greatest danger that this country has ever faced in our history.

Don't worry, I won't be writing about the impeachment hearings every day. Trump is going to get impeached. He probably won't get convicted in the Senate though and that will be the end of the Republican party. They deserve it, they're all cowards more concerned about their own jobs than they are fulling the oath of office they took to protect our country. Shame on them.

Impeachment Hearings!

Patriotic State Department Employees Ambassadors George Kent and William Taylor (who possess more balls than all Congressional Republicans) Thank God we still have patriots like these two men who put country first instead of the criminal in the White House

History will be made today folks! 

The public phase of the impeachment hearings begin of President Trump's abuse of power.

Needless to say I'll be glued to the TV all day today.  I love this kind of thing. Real people, real drama, real time.

I'm watching MSNBC with Brian Williams and Nicolle Wallace. I just found out that George Conway (KellyAnne Conway's husband) will be on with them offering their take on the soon to be public testimonies. Wow, wonder what George and KellyAnne will be talking about tonight in bed. You just can't make this stuff up folks. If this was a script submitted for a TV series this scenario would be written out as unbelievable. Just goes to prove that real life is always more interesting than fiction.

I remember the last impeachment hearings, Watergate.  I was very young then and all into my gay life.  The impeachment hearings of Nixon were peripheral to me.  I initially supported Nixon and thought the whole thing was overblown. That is until the Nixon tapes came out. I was shocked. That was probably the first time in my life I felt like I was played for a fool by a person in authority. 

Now I'm not shocked that Trump has abused power. 

Right now I'm watching George Conway (yes, KellyAnne Conway's husband) on MSNBC with Nicolle Wallace and Brian Williams. Mr. Conway, even though he a conservative isn't one of those Always Trumpers that maintains Trump can do no wrong. 

The hearings are about to begin. 

Monday, November 11, 2019

Thoughts On An Autumn Evening

Lewes-Rehobth Canal November 11, 2019

As I begin my 79th year, I've been reminiscing more than usual. 

I'm having very intense dreams. Of course I can't remember those dreams now but I do know how intense they were because I wake up exhausted. When I have dreams like this they usually portend something significant to happen in my life. Often these dreams are followed by a passing of someone very close to me. The only two people I can think of now who are in danger is my youngest brother who has had very serious multiple medical issues the past year. In my seventy-eight years I have lost many friends, relatives and co-workers. Some have affected more than others, often to my surprise. I'm the oldest of the three "boys" of my Mother.  I'm supposed to go first. If one of my younger brothers goes before me I will probably feel like when I lost my Mother. Part of me is gone, never to be the same. In fact, I'm having a hard time even imagining him gone, even though he lives in a different state. 

The other person I am concerned about is Bill.  He's ninety-one years old now and slipping.  His cognitive abilities are not the same.  I've seen this before with my late friend Bob McC. With my late friend I tried to tell myself I was imagining things and overreacting but fate proved me wrong. I'm seeing the same thing with Bill.  Now, me without Bill?  Folks, I have to tell you I have serious doubts how I would survive. Bill has been such a part of my life for so long (fifty-five years). Living by myself, I can't imagine that life. In fact I don't want to imagine that life.  I had a taste of it briefly when I was twenty-one years old. I didn't like it.  I do not know how I would handle that life. But then I wouldn't want to leave Bill on his own. I suggested jokingly to Bill "Maybe we could go together."   During my fifty-five years with Bill, several times I seriously considered leaving him and taking up with someone else. Thank God I came to my senses and never did that.  Those guys didn't care for me and only used me. I will never let that happen again. 

As usual, this is one of those blog posts that I do the stream of consciousness ramblings I often indulge in, this one I can see has too many negative connotations. Now to see if I can round the curve and end this post with a positive outlook.

Tonight I'm working at my part-time job at the hotel in this little historic town in southern coastal Delaware. The hotel where I work is next to a canal, a photo of which I took with my new iPhone X Max Pro camera. While cleaning out a meeting room near the canal I happened to catch sight of a beautiful moon hanging in the nighttime autumn sky.  Looking at that luminescent lunar light show sort of took my breath away. Positive thought washed over my mind how fortunate I am. 

I have this lovely job at a boutique hotel. I meet nice people (a New Zealander tonight, last week a South African). I work with (mostly) nice people (there's always one isn't there?)  I love our home and the one acre of land it sits on. This morning I spent about an hour cutting back flower stalks killed by recents over night frosts. I'm watching a fabulous series at the Tipton Cinema on the weekend ("Better Call Saul".) 

I love experiencing the change of seasons. Today I planted two new clematis plants to debut next spring with a burst of purple beauty. 

My body aches all over (arthritis)(scale of one to ten, a constant three). I have a nasal drainage condition which results in a phlegm buildup in the base of my throat which I often have to clear during the day.  But other than those two health conditions, I'm in good health.

I have a super good friend in Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy.  Pat and I play online Scrabble and talk almost everyday on FaceTime. My other good friend is Lar who I've known since third grade. Too many people my age don't have any close friends, I am indeed fortunate to have Pat and Lar. I can't imagine them not in my life.

I love reading. I've been reading since elementary school. It's hard for me to believe that someone like Trump hasn't read a book cover to cover in his entire life. My late friend Ed never read a book either. They don't know what they're missing life by not reading a good book. But then both Trump and my friend had other goals in life, accumulating a lot of money and cheating in which they were and are very good at. Unfortunately for Ed he couldn't take any of his millions with him. I don't have their millions but I do always have a good book or two at hand which I'm reading. That is my wealth.

A year from now I will be entering my 80th year when I turn 79 years old. I may not be here but I suspect I will and no doubt I will have more "Thoughts On An Autumn Evening" to share.

Saturday, November 09, 2019

Happy Birthday Ron!

Back in my "young and pretty" days - 1998 - 20 years ago!

Ah yes, here I am today at my 78th birthday.

How in the world did this happen? 

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would reach this grand landmark. It wasn't that long ago when I turned 40 and I thought that was old.  

Then before I knew it I crossed the half century mark at 50.  

My 60th birthday slipped by and before I knew it I was 70.  Wow!

Now I'm creeping up on 80.  Just hard for me to believe.  I am SO OLD.

I remember the first tryst I had in my early gay bar cruising adventures. I was 21 and he was 29.  His name was Bob S.  I saw him dancing at an after hours club. This was back in 1963 when one dressed up when one went Out.  He was wearing a suit and shaking his slight body doing the Twist (remember that dance).  While watching him he caught my eye watching him.  He smiled, I smiled and then I asked him to dance.  During our conversation he told me he was 29 years old. I remember thinking at that time "Man, you're old" but I really liked him so I suspended my revulsion at his "old age" and went for it, or him. 

Of course over the years my attitude towards "old men" has changed significantly. Now I consider men who are in their Forties or Fifties "kids."  I live with a 91 year old man. Pat (no explanation needed for my regular blog followers) is 70 years old.  Just a young guy from my vantage point now.

I have to tell you folks the past 78 years have been quite a journey.  I am and have been so fortunate. 

After an early brush with death (17 years old) because of physician and hospital malpractice (contacted staph infection which my doctor failed to diagnose until it was almost too late), I've had a real roller coaster of a life.  I used to say "I have no regrets" but on second thought I probably would do some things differently (like taking that first offer on our house in Pennsylvania), I am very happy with the way my life has turned out.  

How many people can say they've been in a fifty-five year relationship with a loving partner? Someone who thinks the sun rises and sets on me?  Oh sure, we've had our stressful times but what relationship hasn't?  

How many people can say they have such a good friend like Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy.  Pat is like the younger, little brother that I never had even though I DO have two younger brothers.  

I've mentioned this before many times in this blog but this bears mentioning again, I live in the home I've always wanted my whole life.  I have an interesting part-time job even now at the grand old age of 78 that keeps me engaged, and helps to fund my profligate life-style.  

I have my health issues but I'm still walking and thinking.  Oh sure, my once head-turning looks don't stop conversation when I enter a room full of people like I used to thirty years ago but I still have my moments.  

All in all it's been a good life for me folks. As a matter of fact, I've had a fantastic life folks and I'm not done yet. 

Many more adventures on my horizon, of that I am sure.

Tuesday, November 05, 2019

Annual Health Checkup

Today I visited the VA Outpatient clinic in Georgetown for the results of my annual blood work. I was also meeting for the first time my new doctor who is actually a nurse practitioner.

The good news:

All signs are good. 

My PSA crept up a little bit as it has done in previous blood tests but it still is under one on a scale of one to four. Four years ago my PSA score spiked up to 8.7. That's when I discovered I had prostate cancer which I had treated. After my treatment my PSA was .1.  Last year it crept up to .23. Now it is .31.  I half expect my prostate cancer will return but I'm at that age (old enough) that I'll probably die of something else besides prostate cancer. Whatever, I'm not getting any more treatments for prostate cancer. If that's the way I go, so be it. After all, something is going to get me.  

The other good news is that I like my new care doctor.  He's a young man, handsome, caring, knowledgeable and he actually listened to me. I was with him for over an hour. I hope I have him as my health care professional until I make my grand exit. I'm very lucky, all my doctors now I like. My urologist I didn't like so I changed a couple of years ago.  That doctor could hardly spend more than two minutes with me and he hurt me often. He also had no respect for my privacy and humiliated me often by his rushing around just to get as many patients in and out as possible. I had enough and I changed. Later I found out at my new urologist's office, who had opened a new offer her in Lower Slower, why did they open an office from far away their main office in Dover. They told me they were getting a lot of patients traveling to their office in Delaware who weren't satisfied with the treatment they were getting from my doctor.  So I wasn't the only one which made me feel good and not just an old man complainer.

I also got my second (and final) shingles shot. My left arm feels like someone gave me a good solid knuckle punch. But at least (hopefully) I won't get shingles, which I've never had but I hear are very painful. I've had enough pain in my life with my multiple kidney stones, I don't need any more pain, thank you.

Another day in the life folks! 

Saturday, November 02, 2019

Ron's TV Interview

This afternoon, while going through my thousands of photos looking for those photos where I dyed my hair blonde (it was a disaster) I came across these photos taken in 2013 during the Marriage Equality Delaware state legislature sessions.  Phew! That was a long sentence. I do try to avoid those folks.

The first set of photos was a demonstration I attended in Dover, Delaware for marriage equality. These photos show me being interviewed by a local TV station, an interview I never saw on TV.  My friend Charles Meade, who invited and took me to the demonstration, took the photos. I would have loved to seen the interview on TV.  But you know what folks?  Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy,  saw a photo of me on the Internet testifying before the Delaware State Legislature and that's how he found me.

Me, all gussied up and ready to testify for marriage equality
The photo that captured Pat's attention - who knew all those years making myself available in all the Wrong Places, this is the photo and circumstance that I would meet my doppelgänger?
Was I nervous testifying? I would say so! (I found this picture on a newspaper website. Somewhere there is a video because there were a lot of cameras that day. Maybe I find it someday

He did an Internet search and found my blog, we started to talk via FaceTime and then he came down for a visit. And as they say, "The rest is history."  I met the guy I've been looking for my whole life (in all the wrong places of course).  Ironic that I would meet him though me involved in making my relationship with Bill legal.  But there it is, life is strange and full of serendipity. 

During the demonstration at in Dover I got a chance to meet Delaware Governor Markel who I personally thanked for supporting Marriage Equality. Thank you Governor Markel!

Me shaking hands with Delaware governor Jack Markel (him wondering "who the hell is this guy?" because I did ambush him)) Dover, Delaware 2013
All's well that ends well.  Bill and I were married shortly thereafter, on our 49th anniversary of the day we met. This year we marked our 55th year of Togetherness. What a life! 

I'm glad I found these pictures. This is why I take and have photographs (and videos) taken folks, to relieve those momentous life changing times. 

I don't have to wonder who will inherit my 100,000 plus photos and 6,500 videos but one thing I know, they will last forever in the Internet because I have now posted them.

Friday, November 01, 2019

My Presidential Prediction

Mayor Pete Buttigieg, Democratic presidential candidate

I predict the May Pete Buttigieg will be the next Democratic presidential candidate. 

I also predict that Mayor Pete will be the next president.

Now of course my second statement is perhaps more wishful thinking that what is actually going to happen but I can dream can't I?

Just imagine a fresh new face as president of the United States?  

Joe Biden?  Even though I am a resident of Uncle Joe's home state of Delaware and was born in the same state, Pennsylvania, a Biden, I cannot support him.  Why?  Because he's too old.  Yes, he's as old as I am.  A more important reason is that he is . . . . . boring. He just doesn't excite.  Sure, maybe he is the candidate that has the best chance of defeating Trump for the presidency, assuming Trump isn't impeached and removed from the presidency before next year which, remote as the possibility seems, could happen if the Senate Republicans decide to do the right thing by the country and obey their Constitutional oath of office rather than their own political interests. 

Elizabeth Warren?  I like her and think she would make a great president but there is still a load of misogyny in this country. Other countries can elect a woman president but not our country. Remember, there is a hard core forty percent who will support Trump no matter what even if he does shoot someone in broad daylight on Fifth Avenue (they would blame Obama or Hillary). 

The other Democratic presidential candidates (Harris, Castro, Klobuchar, Steyer (who?), Bennett, Yang and Corey Booker (those eyes!), it's not working folks. Save your money and withdraw like Beto O'Rourke did today.

I've heard rumors that Hillary is considering a run.  Oh please!

I can see it now, Mayor Pete at a G-7 summit with Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and French president Emmanuel Macron. What a refreshing change from that corrupt orange faced criminal that now occupies the office of the president of the United States. 

One can hope.

Caregiver Update

  Bill with his hospice nurse last week Regular followers of this blog have no doubt noticed that I haven't been posting on a regular ba...